Crimewave - Sword and Mutations

Muscle to muscle, and toe to toe
The fear has gripped me, but here I go

She turned her gaze to Moth, suddenly feeling overprotective of the sword. She listened to the reaper, however, finding her words sound. [color=#98c2e1]"Yeah.. Yea that makes sense." The words felt foreign to her lips, as though she wasn't speaking. She looked back at the sword. It continued to beckon and practically beg for freedom. She was to entranced by the sword that she hadn't realized that Aurum had arrived until he spoke.

Ares whirled her gaze to him, wings unfurling and ears held back against her skull. Strength filled her and she hissed at him, backing up toward the sword. [color=#98c3e1]"No! There's nothing wrong with the sword - It's mine! No one else can wield it!" The words again felt foreign but right at the same time. She felt stronger, different, almost. Like she was someone else for a brief moment. [color=#98c3e1]"If we leave it here it could be stolen and I'll never see it again! I - It's mine and mine alone. No one can have it except me. No one. Not even you, Aurum." She snarled, feeling a warmth within her chest.

Yes, child. It is your sword. Your birthright, for you are the goddess of war.

[color=#98c3e1]"Speech"

— Reggan