[ Lightning shifts, letting her hand drop, resetting her feet, and swinging her gunblade down to her side-- surreptitiously changing roles again, though Zack probably wouldn't notice the brief glow around her or... what it means. Probably. ]
May be. My magic's definitely weaker than it probably should be, but... [ Ah, who cares. She shakes her head slightly, flipping the fringe of hair that's grown a little too long out of her face. Her adrenaline's still running high, and she's loathe to hold still, so she lifts her gunblade again, setting her other hand on its 'back.' ] If only I knew Shell, too.
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May be. My magic's definitely weaker than it probably should be, but... [ Ah, who cares. She shakes her head slightly, flipping the fringe of hair that's grown a little too long out of her face. Her adrenaline's still running high, and she's loathe to hold still, so she lifts her gunblade again, setting her other hand on its 'back.' ] If only I knew Shell, too.