[ There's an immediate sense of relief when the attack is successful, but it's short-lived. She knows better than to dwell on small victories. Mitsuru pulls herself quickly to her feet, sword at the ready and Evoker still pressed to her temple. But the creature pauses and--it--
--it thinks. Even in wild eyes, she can take that in. There's something going on. It's deciding, taking in the new information, and...
She gasps. ]
...It can't be--?
[ The tendril knocks her to the side, sending her back to the ground. Her own Persona flickers for a moment, her control weakening, yet she refuses to let that be the end of it. ]
Artemisia! [ She calls forth again as she juts the hilt of her sword against the ground. Artemisia flies forward, her own sword at the ready and goes straight for the foreign Persona with a thrust. ]
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--it thinks. Even in wild eyes, she can take that in. There's something going on. It's deciding, taking in the new information, and...
She gasps. ]
...It can't be--?
[ The tendril knocks her to the side, sending her back to the ground. Her own Persona flickers for a moment, her control weakening, yet she refuses to let that be the end of it. ]
Artemisia! [ She calls forth again as she juts the hilt of her sword against the ground. Artemisia flies forward, her own sword at the ready and goes straight for the foreign Persona with a thrust. ]