hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
In retrospect, Flynn would have to wonder why it was that she always impulsively threw herself into every battle. Not every battle was within her caliber, but that was never enough to stop her— instead, it had her flying out of the gates on a chocobo, determination thrumming within her veins and scythe tight in her hold. The bumpy ride had her nearly running right up to her first mark, whose ugly visage had the chocobo sprinting off in the other direction. Okay, a crocodile. She could handle a crocodile. |