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Summary: A sacrifice is necessary. But temporary.
Notes: Lol game-mechanics?
Lyss looked over at Tana, well aware that while they weren't exactly outnumbered, whichever one the enemy ghost went after didn't stand a chance.
"I'll go," Tana said, winking and raising her fists.
They were the last two fighters standing, and there was just one member of the enemy squad left. With it defeated they could go back, revive the fallen, and be healed.
Whichever one was left.
Lyss shook her head.
"I can't let you get hurt," she said, hoisting her battle axe and getting ready to move directly into the path of the spirit.
"I'm already hurt. And it's only for a little bit, until I'm revived," Tana replied.
"You need the experience."
"So do you."
And before Lyss could so much as move a step, Tana grinned and bounced on by, offering just a quick kiss before she temporarily sacrificed herself.
With a smile, Tana took her final blow.
Lyss couldn't help laughing. Through everything they'd been through with Prince Laharl, Tana had always had a wicked smile on her face, happily doing whatever needed.
Just one ghost and she'd be back at the castle, ready for a day's sleep curled up with Tana beside her. Really, it didn't take more than a tap to take care of the ghost. It was easy.
Yet she didn't feel like celebrating. She was in too much of a hurry.
Laharl offered her no congratulatory sentiments later, not even the odd extra item usually given over when she proved herself in yet another battle.
With a sigh, Lyss turned around, head down.
"Yay, Lyss, go, Lyss!"
Tana was standing there, looking as good as the day she was created.
Again, Lyss smiled. There was something about Tana that brought it out in her.
"So... what'cha doing?" Tana asked, bouncing over to stand beside Lyss.
"Well," Lyss said, trying not to make it too obvious. "I do owe you one."
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