I'll drown eventually so don't save me
Her ribs groaned under the strain. The snake was surprisingly cool to the touch despite the heat of the tunnel. Somewhere beneath the pain and the shock of being attacked out of nowhere, Maea reeled at the sheer power of the muscled body that tried to crush the life out of her. Just as when she had laid a hand on the neck of a young foal, like when Hotaru took her hand, like the brief hugs and soothing arms around her shoulders this point of connection was so raw, so solid and real that she could have wept from sheer overwhelm. If she'd gotten any air into her lungs. If she'd been able to think a single thought to finish - but she couldn't even focus enough to summon magic.
Then Asta was there. Prying at the serpent with cane and a dagger, wrestling with the beast. The tip of the blade slipped across the scales, carving a bleeding line across the massive head; a violent hiss vibrated through Maea as the rock slider fought back.
But some of the pressure had been taken off her. Enough to let her wiggle an arm loose, and her chakram along with it.
"Wait - don't - " she got out, when she realized that he was trying to kill it. "Let me - " She just needed to get a solid breath into her lungs. A chance to aim - this was the biggest fucking thing she'd seen and in a hysterically funny twist all she could think was how perfect it would be to use this to reinforce her armor. Which, thankfully, was doing a marvelous job of keeping her ribs and spine and organs intact.
Bracing herself, pushing with both hands to create enough space to move her arm, if Asta gave her the chance she was prepared to slash at the snake with her enchanted weapon.
Then Asta was there. Prying at the serpent with cane and a dagger, wrestling with the beast. The tip of the blade slipped across the scales, carving a bleeding line across the massive head; a violent hiss vibrated through Maea as the rock slider fought back.
But some of the pressure had been taken off her. Enough to let her wiggle an arm loose, and her chakram along with it.
"Wait - don't - " she got out, when she realized that he was trying to kill it. "Let me - " She just needed to get a solid breath into her lungs. A chance to aim - this was the biggest fucking thing she'd seen and in a hysterically funny twist all she could think was how perfect it would be to use this to reinforce her armor. Which, thankfully, was doing a marvelous job of keeping her ribs and spine and organs intact.
Bracing herself, pushing with both hands to create enough space to move her arm, if Asta gave her the chance she was prepared to slash at the snake with her enchanted weapon.
Maea
