![]() I was going to show good sportsmanship and give you all a fighting chance!” A cackle that echoes inside her chest, which feel as hollow as her throat. “And a prideful one at that! She even puts her own dear friends in danger. “What a pathetic Chosen.” The illusion of Rodyle flickers into existence beside her, his grin a sickly thing on his face as he watches everyone struggle in their binds. She is struck so quickly, she never even got to scream. It pins Presea effortlessly, scattering her axe to the side. Giant and grisly, its multicolored scales wink from the lurid light coating the ground. One of the dragon's claws reaches up from below. He struggles just to place his hands on his sword hilts. “I can’t move!” Lloyd tries to take a step, but sinks to his knees. “W-What is this!?” Genis shouts, the hand holding his kendama shaking terribly. She watches as it roots every one of her friends to the ground. It spreads out like a sudden brush fire, engulfing everything it touches with no mercy. The light at Colette’s feet suddenly expands. In her foolish expectations, she forgets to warn them at all. The look of joy on his face is bright as he runs towards her, even with the ever-moving barrier between them. Lloyd is already jumping off the machine to land to the ground, his swords jostling against their sheaths. When her friends finally come, the Rheairds making trails of wisp above her, she can’t help the hope that blooms in her chest. “You'll regret challenging me on that, little girl.” Rodyle grins, moving across the platform to one of the strange makeshift nests where his monsters roosted. “Your dragons will fall to them!”Īnd like that, Colette changes the course of things for the worst. In Sylvarant, she had gone through the same beats, still in shock at this…strange restart to her life. “Where did a meek girl such as yourself get such a disobedient mouth like that? My dragons are powerful. Rodyle turns to glare at her, the sun making his strange glasses shine. Even as she re-lived each moment once again, they had made it here again. She can’t break through the strange cage, but the memory of Lloyd and the others’ rescue emboldens her. “You’ll lose,” she tells Rodyle in a rare act of defiance. She knew this wasn’t a death sentence like she once first thought. But she remembers the cure…in another time, another place. The crystal sickness on her skin is back, starting as a small patch on her wrist. It doesn’t take Rodyle long to notice her weakness as a Chosen. Rodyle whisks her away into the strange cage just as quickly, the wind rushing around her as they floated in this strange island up in the sky. She isn’t quick enough to avoid the dragon grasping her in its hold, even as she struggles against it. +56% reduction of enemy Break gauge to Fire allies.The second time Colette dies, it is completely and utterly her own fault. Tales of CrestoriaĪ young woman who is gentle and kind, Colette's physical clumsiness belies the strength and sturdiness of the heart within.ġ1% chance artes-type allies' cooldown of artes to reset after use.ġ00% chance to increase DEF of all allies by 3% ⇨ 15% (MAX) (3 turns).ġ00% chance to decrease DEF of all enemies by 15% (2 turns).ġ00% chance to cast Poison on all enemies (2 turns). She's developing feelings for Lloyd, who always acts normally around her, despite her role as the Chosen. While easygoing by nature, she is so strong of heart that she can face even her life-or-death journey with a smile on her face. As the Chosen of Sylvarant, Colette is the key to her world's resurrection.
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