“You think you know him better than his own mother?!”
[All pretense of control is gone from Anabella’s once perfect image. Her voice warps and the flash of a ghastly countenance crosses her features as she howls in her furor, the sound carried by heavy gusts.]
"You are nothing! And he is nothing without me!"
[Despite the bluster (literal, figurative, etc.), Anabella makes no motion to attack Naoya directly. Instead, she relies on the wind to hurl larger pieces of detritus at him.]
[Just as it looks as though a sizable piece of the carriage is about to hit the source of her ire (and he did a very good job inciting it), the Phoenix swoops in front of Naoya and summons a barrier large enough to shield him.]
"What... how?!"
[The Phoenix slips back into the violent stream of air.]
She still cannot see me. Do with that what you will.
[Anabella, in the meantime, isn't doing well with how ineffective her power seems to be against Naoya.]
no subject
[All pretense of control is gone from Anabella’s once perfect image. Her voice warps and the flash of a ghastly countenance crosses her features as she howls in her furor, the sound carried by heavy gusts.]
"You are nothing! And he is nothing without me!"
[Despite the bluster (literal, figurative, etc.), Anabella makes no motion to attack Naoya directly. Instead, she relies on the wind to hurl larger pieces of detritus at him.]
[Just as it looks as though a sizable piece of the carriage is about to hit the source of her ire (and he did a very good job inciting it), the Phoenix swoops in front of Naoya and summons a barrier large enough to shield him.]
"What... how?!"
[The Phoenix slips back into the violent stream of air.]
She still cannot see me. Do with that what you will.
[Anabella, in the meantime, isn't doing well with how ineffective her power seems to be against Naoya.]