[She slams into them with enough weight to unbalance them. They're light and fast; they're not strong. It topples them cleanly, and they hit the sand with a soundless whump. If they'd the capacity to vocalize, doubtless it would be in pain and frustration. They've hit the ground, and they don't expect that they'll be able to rise again, not with the sand being what it is.]
[But if this is to be the end, they will go out attempting to bring her down with them, reaching so that their arms snap around her in a bizarre parody of a hug.]
[Their blade fizzles off.]
[They spin the empty red handle, try to jam into the small of her back. Screw their dark eyes shut.]
[The hard light blade blitzes back to life.]
[The way they've attempted to position it, their intent is probably clear:]
[For it to impale them both on a cerulean skewer.]
cw: violence...self-sacrifice
[But if this is to be the end, they will go out attempting to bring her down with them, reaching so that their arms snap around her in a bizarre parody of a hug.]
[Their blade fizzles off.]
[They spin the empty red handle, try to jam into the small of her back. Screw their dark eyes shut.]
[The hard light blade blitzes back to life.]
[The way they've attempted to position it, their intent is probably clear:]
[For it to impale them both on a cerulean skewer.]