A small victory made the chaotic battle swirling around her seem somehow easier to bear, and the pressure that still exerted itself – even now, she was staving it off with pure, unmitigated, directed rage – upon her psyche seemed somehow less pressing. But, there was a difficulty.
A third party observer, Yuzuki couldn’t help but watch the deadly dance of the Taii, the Shosa, the Demon, and Asher in her peripheral, and she was finding it gradually less and less desirable to hold to the orders that she had been given. The two of them were fighting toe-to-toe with the other two. That was an extremely uneven battle, given that Melisson was the opponent. It made her extremely uneasy to think of what would happen, should both of them fall.
Fuck this, whispered the Anger.
Yuzuki exhaled heavily, her breath misting the inside of the helmet, felt instead of seen; she was fully relying on her armor’s skin-vision, and had been for some time now. She was anxious, and standing idly by was killing her. If she had been given a heart, it would have been pounding in her ears; even the rush of her real blood was like a small turbid river, the canals of which she was now acutely aware of, and her whole body seemed to tremor with heightened awareness. Every inch of her was willing her to fight, to jump onto an enemy with a reckless abandon that even Yuzuki realized was amateurish. With extreme difficulty, she bit it down.
Just a little bit more. Yuzuki coaxed her rifle, which was already overheating.
Another breath misted the inside of her helmet.
Almost!