Roxanne
Cyra snickered as her tendrils let go of me, letting me fall toward the ground.
Why did I feel no pain?
"Roxanne!" Orson yelled as he caught me in his arms.
I tried to move my lips, but I couldn't. It was as if something kind of power had been placed over them. Cyra, her attack hadn't actually impaled me physically. But it had done something to me. She was part demon, so maybe it was spiritual or mental in nature rather than physical.
"Roxanne!" Kine yelled as wind rushed all around him, tearing Cyra's tails into shreds.
Cyra huffed as Kine went to check up on me.
"You boys always look for the next girl. You treat me like trash!" She formed a blast of darkness and launched straight at Kine.
Kine spun around and deflected it, hitting the fake Cyra straight in the chest with her own attack.
Cyra winced, but her chest healed. "Nice try, Major, but I am more durable than you think!" With a roar, she rushed at him.
