Alyanette august Day

Her breath was labored, heavy and she was nothing short of exhausted. Her feet felt heavy and she had to fight the overwhelming urge to detransform. The Akuma didn't rest, constantly throwing things and attacking everything in sight. It had no purpose unlike other akuma's, usually they aimed to do something or wanted to find someone for any number of reasons. No, this one just caused havoc. Leaving ruined streets, injured people and fires in its wake. Nothing was safe, and Scarabella was glad she and Mao had managed to contain it to the left side of Paris, though she had internally cringed when Marinette's cafe crumbled. It was a blessing she wasn't on shift. Scarabella swung her yo-yo around in a shield-like motion, the red blurring together into a large circle, deflecting beams and rays from the akuma. The fabric of her suit chafed against her wrist, and she could feel the appropriately themed ladybug wing hair clip wiggling through her coils, though never straying far and keeping her hair out of her face.