[She's already starting to breathe heavier as Molly falls, the cadence of the battle starting to take its toll on her along with the blood dripping down her torso, off her hips, dotting the ground with a trail wherever she goes. It means her reaction is slowed as she turns back to Yasha, even as her scream and the wings unfolding make her eyes go wider and her heart leap into her neck. Shit. Shit shit shit shit sword--
Beau leaps backwards but the sword is fucking big and the end catches her, sending a slash across her collarbones and opening the skin there. Her feet kicking up the sand hurts as it mingles with sweat and exposed flesh and she hisses, but she can't stop, she has to find a way to beat this.
So instead of stopping, because she can't, because she should, because she can't, she leaps and goes twisting towards Yasha again to slam into her head. She's got one more stunning strike left, and something in her is putting in strength and speed she didn't think she had as the monks around her start speaking in tandem, voices starting to rise from nothing to a chant underlying the combat.]
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Beau leaps backwards but the sword is fucking big and the end catches her, sending a slash across her collarbones and opening the skin there. Her feet kicking up the sand hurts as it mingles with sweat and exposed flesh and she hisses, but she can't stop, she has to find a way to beat this.
So instead of stopping, because she can't, because she should, because she can't, she leaps and goes twisting towards Yasha again to slam into her head. She's got one more stunning strike left, and something in her is putting in strength and speed she didn't think she had as the monks around her start speaking in tandem, voices starting to rise from nothing to a chant underlying the combat.]