#[ Defender from Above - shiftedruins ]

[wingdgaster]

Sword?

Send “Sword” for my muse to put themselves between your muse and danger.

      He’d watched... through glimmering shadow and the peering cracks of true Void, as towering beast of mortal blooded men; hate blinded humans, stalked forward and forced the hooded child back to topple into the towering chasm of the ruins’ very maw-- 

      He had thrown out the hand that had cushioned the would be mortal blow of that fall, lashing out through what veil he could tear, and letting the dense foliage of quick bloomed golden blossoms catch the girl. 

      It had been something of a terrible drain to throw out such a massive rush of magic in one fell swing but-- this... 

       The barbarous form of a trio of unruly monsterkind lingered near, fear burned hot in their chests-- following through and around corners as... gods, what had her name been... sweeping fingertips called forth the image of the human’s data, and in the next moment, lone eyelight locked back to the image beyond this dark veil. 

        Following through... as the trio of fear clutching monsters, with stories of the human and monster wars-- of ages old burned hot in their minds and watching... Chara... follow the sweeping halls of the underground’s cavernous paths to the icy river’s edge, and corner the one aware of this world’s true self... of the timelines and their ever shifting nature.

      With fear for the stories of their mothers and fathers heavy on their hearts-- thrumming in their very SOULs-- a rush of color surged forward, clawed mitts aimed to shove the teen back and into what could almost certainly leave the mortal blooded girl to suffer an icy demise-- 

      The flowers... had been a drain in the many months before... but this-- 

       A fiery surge of crystalline energy tore from the very air beneath the mountain’s surface, rending the skin of the real world to make way for the good doctor himself-- hole bearing hand surging forward and knotting about the wrist of the teen before icy water could so much as lap at the hem of her coat. 

       Voice rang through the very air, beyond perception of traditional sound, projected through thought itself, the gentile voice of a since lost and so briefly returned monster. 

           ‘I’ve got you...’

        Turning round, and staring down the stunned trio of young monsters, tugging the attacked girl behind his being and staring down the three that had gone beyond their very nature as Monsters to lash against one unsuspecting-- lone socket locked its stare on the offenders and jaw ground tight with a defensive fire hot in his gaze, daring the others to make a move. 

           ‘You’re safe now, my child...’