>"We're all going to die," said Nyima with heavy mock fatalism.

HA!

>"What do you say, Utena?" she asked, sounding strangely casual. "Want to be a
>good girl and do as you're told for once in your life?"

Yeah, I don't really see that-

>and punched the man nearest to her so hard in the face that she left a
>permanent impression of her rose seal on his jaw.

Called it.

>Anubishu had decided some time ago that he hated this pathetic little world,
>and a week of hard camping on the ice had done nothing to change his mind.

That's because there's no beauty in your soul, to resonate with the stark frozen glory of the frozen land. You scumbag.

>And, Dìqiú being the sort of world it was, some greater power answered.

And, Eyrie Productions being the sort of fanfic producer it is... :D

>Anthy's eyes flashed with anger. "We're outnumbered ten to one - I will NOT
>hide in the back while other people fight. Not when I can make a difference.
>Never again!"

Another Eyrie trademark I've come to love - character development. Huzzah for Anthy! Huzzah for the Witch of Cephiro!

>"Bring it."

For some reason, my brain just dropped back to the Koopman High prom, and I'm seeing Mojo Jojo pulling a reprise of his antics with Hammer... "There is a complex behavior required of you that I am referring to as it, and I desire for you to bring that to my close and personal attention, with the assumption that I will CRUSH YOU!"

etc

>but she had accepted, on a level deeper than reasoned understanding, that he
>needed killing, and the unpleasant task had fallen to her.

Kaitlyn of Asgard and Avalon... and Texas.

>Ignoring Imanishi and Emily's questions, she closed her eyes, and when she
>re-opened them, they were filled with the light of the Avatar State.

No More Ms. Nice Avatar.

>"Choose yourself a better master than you have done before now, and perhaps
>you will regain the virtue of your armor."

Better than the little rat deserves, grumble grumble cuss mutter.

>Then, turning, he trudged aimlessly away into the tundra, abandoning the field
>of this lost battle and vanishing in a whirl of wind-blown snow.

or not. Brr!

>"I find your lack of faith disturbing,"

THAT for your punk ass.

>"Annabelle and Garnet - they're gone."

oh.

Well, goodbye. That note's a death warrant, you know...

>"I... Corwin told me. About what the thing that killed Izumi was. How it...
>won't stay dead."

Yep, damnit.

>as the last of Touga Kiryuu's soul boiled away to nothing, the blade's perfect
>zigzag hamon shimmered in the green-blue glow of the Southern Lights.

!

!!

Oh FRABJUOS DAY!

You're next, Akio... And not a moment too soon.