11-23-2018, 11:26 PM
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[glow=#000,1,400]FEELING, LIKE I'M TOUCHING THE CEILING — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]It was truly strange that seagulls would come up to the mountains where the air was too thin and the wind was chilling to the bone. Such birds preferred to stay near the beach areas for food and safe haven and when something this large and this crazed blossomed in the air the leader could think of only one thing. This was an organized attack on her people. By whom she could already guess considering Sunhaven’s involvement with the Typhoon raid in which the burning of the Pitt’s territory happened. Something she very well thought they deserved for their crimes against their ally. But for them to use such cheap parlor tricks to attempt to attack her people she did not enjoy and when the screeching came of birds and the raining of shit flew she couldn’t help but laugh to herself inwardly at the whole ordeal. Was this all that the brute had to offer was shit flinging avians who attempted to dive bomb them. As she moved she made sure that her group mates were safe, coming close to Ymir. Any avians that flew in her general direction was sent harshly to the ground although Marina did not directly touch them. No, she was too angry and too pissed to look at the birds and her blood bending broke their wings and sent them to the ground to never fly again. Her eyes lifted up to the sky and birds began to fall in a larger volume, necks breaking and some just falling to smash against the ground before she howled, a growling sound that lifted up into the skies. ”Stryker! I know you are behind this! Fight me you coward! Your numbers are weak and so are you if you can not depend on your own group to fight for you!”