She isn't familiar enough with the way the hard light blade works, the thought that something like this could even happen. They both crash down and she goes to raise a fist, to slam them over and over and over again and end this, prove she's better than her challenges and these fucking assholes surrounding her that don't know anything. She can win, she has to win--
The hilt presses into her back and her mind reels too late.
The blade cuts through her, bone and guts and blood, pinning them together as her eyes widen in shock. Beau's chest tries to heave, but everything is red hot pain as she does, a burning unlike anything she's ever felt before as her chest tries and fails to expand. There's blood bubbling up on her lips, feeling like it's filling her lungs, like she's going to choke before she bleeds out.
Her eyes drift down just a moment to the Drifter, copper hot on her tongue.]
What... the fuck...
[But she can't go further, because this stage was meant to move, and the archers still take aim. Beau can't run. She can't catch. They were always aiming for her.
She tries to jerk back to avoid it, but the sword merely slices further into her back, and the arrow soars directly into her right temple before it all stops.
And just like that, the room is gone, the two of them in a heap on Monsun with real sand behind their backs. Beau is still breathing heavy and dazed, unmoving from her position, not yet realizing she isn't dead.]
yeah cw more of all of that. plus some blood and death
She isn't familiar enough with the way the hard light blade works, the thought that something like this could even happen. They both crash down and she goes to raise a fist, to slam them over and over and over again and end this, prove she's better than her challenges and these fucking assholes surrounding her that don't know anything. She can win, she has to win--
The hilt presses into her back and her mind reels too late.
The blade cuts through her, bone and guts and blood, pinning them together as her eyes widen in shock. Beau's chest tries to heave, but everything is red hot pain as she does, a burning unlike anything she's ever felt before as her chest tries and fails to expand. There's blood bubbling up on her lips, feeling like it's filling her lungs, like she's going to choke before she bleeds out.
Her eyes drift down just a moment to the Drifter, copper hot on her tongue.]
What... the fuck...
[But she can't go further, because this stage was meant to move, and the archers still take aim. Beau can't run. She can't catch. They were always aiming for her.
She tries to jerk back to avoid it, but the sword merely slices further into her back, and the arrow soars directly into her right temple before it all stops.
And just like that, the room is gone, the two of them in a heap on Monsun with real sand behind their backs. Beau is still breathing heavy and dazed, unmoving from her position, not yet realizing she isn't dead.]