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Roseland kneels to the ground, seemingly losing her composure once more. Something is evidently not right with her at this stage. She starts mumbling to herself, speaking in tongues and overall gibberish. The heroic duo were unable to make out what she was saying or doing. She starts rubbing her hands together frantically, and her heartbeat increases rapidly. It looked as if she were having some sort of attack, but it was uncertain. Then, a strange red energy began to form around where she knelt. Vibrant waves of a scarlet red energy pulsated around her, and the nearby rocks and debris began to shift around. Was she the one causing it? What sort of display was this? Roseland started breathing heavily, almost as if she were hyperventilating. Suddenly, in her head, she heard a voice. Someone, or something, was speaking to her. The voice was not her own, nor anyone she recognized. “The dragoness is right, can you not tell? 'Tis not too late to make change.” She couldn’t figure out who was talking to her, or if she had simply gone mad. What did it mean? She only became more frantic as the seconds dragged on. Looking into her eyes, the red-hot energy stemmed from her pupils as if they were tendrils. Tears began to pour down her face as she fought against the painful sensation. Then, her pupils cracked open, letting out an even stronger scarlet glow. Her heart rate continued to ramp up in speed, and she clasped desperately at her chest to try and mitigate it. The bounty hunter started to feel short of breath, “*GASP* C-can't...breathe...GHHHRRRR!!!” Her condition was becoming more and more extreme by the nanosecond. The voice in her head returned, speaking more cryptic language into her mind, “A mere kitten, shunned by her own blood, yet still pure at her heart.” The voice seemed to know of Roseland’s past, and the heartache she endured all those years ago. What did any of that have to do with what was happening to her now? The voice wasn’t through with its lecture yet, though. It seemed to even compliment Roseland, “You are certainly capable of much more, but...perhaps you shall learn it of your own accord.”
All the while this happened, Zenchi and Ithaca could do nothing but stand back and watch the chaos unfold. The voice went unheard by the duo, however. From their perspective, the bounty hunter that they had just beaten in combat looked to be having some sort of breakdown. But this…was far more extreme, more painful. The scarlet red energy illuminated the entire arena at this point, all originating from Roseland’s position. The energy pushed back the duo, and they did their best to maintain their footing. Ithaca was in awe at the sight, “Woahh...” Contrarily, Zenchi was far wearier and more cautious of the ordeal, “Hmm...” She had a vague theory of what was going on, but she wasn’t certain of it. The Hero Of The Lands hoped for the best and prepared for the worst. Then, the voice spoke to Roseland one final time, “Well, if it is a fight you desire, then allow me to bestow upon you...A GIFT.” *RIP* *TEAR* Roseland, unable to contain her rage and pain any longer, viciously tore off her face mask, shredding the fabric and sending pieces everywhere. Pools of saliva poured from her mouth like a waterfall as she let out a scream of pure terror, “GRRRAAAHHHHH!!!” Her eyes grew an even deeper red, giving her an almost demonic expression as she acted out of pure agony. This had gone far beyond a simple attack or meltdown. This…was Heartbreak.
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Okay so, slight retcon here. Previously, I wrote it so that Roseland was already Gifted with her specific type of Magic prior to meeting the two heroes, but I've decided to overwrite that. I thought it would be a much more interesting spectacle to show the exact moment she first became capable of her power and how painful the process is.
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