Rose couldn't have been sure when it happened. It had come at her fast; an overwhelming tactility brought upon a looming abstract quantity that brushed upon Rose and innervated her very soul. Perhaps it had been the toxins that coursed through her beating heart at the time, reaching to extract the worst that her heart had already come to endure, but something that felt almost innate pushed her to reckless abandon.
It was not the first time, by any means.
Did death matter here? Did death matter anywhere? Even without the pulsating whispers of the Horrorterrors beating against her ears, Rose felt a strange ennui in regards to her current situation. What could a malevolent gas show her that she had not already faced? In this foreign land of caped heroes and supervillains, Rose felt as if death might as well have been a mechanic as meaningless as it was in your standard video game.
So, with a mixed stew of teenage angst and existential apathy, Rose braved the mighty Colossus that sought to kill herself and her adventuring party. The thirteen-year-old wondered if this was how being drunk felt and, more distantly, mused to know if her mother would be prone to such fits of spontaneity in her situation.
With a robust lass scamper, Rose flew high and landed deftly on the Colossus' back, grabbing hold of the stone indents on its back and riding it away as it left the group's purview. Her world fell into a black haze of adrenaline and fear, almost feeling as if she was riding off into the great beyond...
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Before the fifth floor could be reached, still some more mooks remained, crawling out of the shadows with hollow gazes, knowing the likely fate that awaited them faced with these powerful enemies. They were a dedicated obstacle, no matter how minor that obstacle turned out to be.
However, the fight they wanted to bring was interrupted when the wall next to them began to crumble. Concrete cracked and steel bent as something powerful slammed hard against the wall from the other side. It only took a few moments for that powerful creature to break through, rushing through the opening created to bowl through the crowd of guards that really weren't terribly surprised at their terrible situation. The creature looked familiar, looking like the monster that had accosted the group in the sewers.
With the guards soundly trampled, the Collossus turned on the group, but it was then that something was clearly off about its appearance. Atop the beast was one small thirteen-year-old girl, holding a strand of string in her hands that connected to two glowing sewing needles lodged into the hide of the Colossus.
Rose Lalonde let out a great roar as she pulled hard on the string, using it like a horse's bridle to direct it away from the group. How this was possible at all could only be attributed to the magic running through Rose's peculiar weapons. She had been riding the Colossus for quite some time throughout the area, only recently finally controlling it to bring her back to the main group. Knowing it to be too unruly to use it with any further finesse, the girl performed a somersault off the creature, pulling her needles from its back and sending it running off in the opposite direction of the group. It was someone else's problem now.
She turned to the group with a dramatic sigh and said,
"No need to acquaint me with the details, I ascertained the basics myself. Shall we proceed?"