(She's going to have no problem with that at all. Yasha knows exactly what she's doing and tries to bring her arm up to block it, but Beau's staff collides painfully with her wrist and then her neck, and the crack of the wood against her nape hurts something fierce. She's used a stunning strike, too. Insult to injury.
Yasha seethes, her free arm dropping like lead to her side, tingling unpleasantly. Behind her, Molly shouts. She hates the way the ground seems to move beneath her and yet still hold fast to her leg and hand. Try as she might, she can't wrench herself free just yet.)
Keep her from getting another arrow! I'll be free soon, I think.
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Yasha seethes, her free arm dropping like lead to her side, tingling unpleasantly. Behind her, Molly shouts. She hates the way the ground seems to move beneath her and yet still hold fast to her leg and hand. Try as she might, she can't wrench herself free just yet.)
Keep her from getting another arrow! I'll be free soon, I think.