[ The impact was met with nothing — a sickening thud as the cobblestone pathway erupts from its dirt foundation. There's no downed man — he moved like >Noctis, warping out of the way in a way that makes her eyes widen in confusion.
Her her snaps left — snaps right, then finally settles her gaze upon him. A grit of her teeth from her half kneeled form proves her resolve. She wants a way out. She sees the rooftops behind him, noting they're far too slanted to keep her footing in this state. A back alley provides cover, but limited chance to defend herself in a pinch. Different strategies that all fail for comfort.
His wounds were gone, the venomous black that stretches over his features long since a ghost of her past.
They're not working in seconds, even now — they're working in moments. No time to react, even for her, the feel of his blade slicing through her shirt is proper payback for the loss of his stylish outfit. Aranea's form stumbles forward, the lance still deeply impaled into the ground and soon flickers away. ]
Shit.
[ Her hand feels red, feels it dripping at her fingers before she stumbles up and catches herself on the corner of a building. ]
Didn't - didn't know you were such a fan.
[ She needs to shut up and go — so she makes a last ditch effort to stumble into the alley.
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Her her snaps left — snaps right, then finally settles her gaze upon him. A grit of her teeth from her half kneeled form proves her resolve. She wants a way out. She sees the rooftops behind him, noting they're far too slanted to keep her footing in this state. A back alley provides cover, but limited chance to defend herself in a pinch. Different strategies that all fail for comfort.
His wounds were gone, the venomous black that stretches over his features long since a ghost of her past.
They're not working in seconds, even now — they're working in moments. No time to react, even for her, the feel of his blade slicing through her shirt is proper payback for the loss of his stylish outfit. Aranea's form stumbles forward, the lance still deeply impaled into the ground and soon flickers away. ]
Shit.
[ Her hand feels red, feels it dripping at her fingers before she stumbles up and catches herself on the corner of a building. ]
Didn't - didn't know you were such a fan.
[ She needs to shut up and go — so she makes a last ditch effort to stumble into the alley.
She'll take her chances. For now. ]