The world… suddenly seemed ridiculous, and common sense… might as well have been common ignorance.
Insanity would have been better than what was happening, than what was making everything that should have been normal questionable.
Since when were Concepts so… so… so much like weed that could be found anywhere and everywhere?
It was jarring, like the universe was making a mockery out of them simple people.
Water swirled around Hannah, her brown eyes transitioning from indifferent to outright cold as she transferred her anger born from anxiety onto her foes, in the form of sharp aggressivity.
The officers before her breathed in deeply. After eye contact with their third comrade, they got themselves together and stepped forward again. The orangish red fire took on the form of flares, while the pale green wind was turned into a tornado of blades around the fists of its owner.
