I am not a product of my circumstances.
The compliment was one thing that didn't get swallowed by the ringing, eliciting a smile from Elizabeth. It would take time, but she felt confident that, with help, she might actually be able to defend herself. However, when Deimos suggested making the target move, she immediately lost all confidence. The languid shifting of its limbs wasn't threatening, if anything, it was humorous, yet the way each possible vulnerability shifted with the movements had her eyes narrowing.
Elizabeth tightened her grasp on the knife, analyzing the sights. Arms, groin, thighs, neck. She repeated the advice over again in her head. A mantra to focus her thoughts. It didn't prove very helpful as she continued to stare at the figure, uncertain how to approach, but it didn't seem she had to as it made its way closer with each second. She had to make a choice.
Finally taking the initiative, she ran forward, slashing the blade across the dummy's throat. It was difficult to reach from her angle, but she tried to use the spinning of her body to add force again, hoping it would be enough to do something. During the attack, she kept her body moving, attempting to make herself a difficult target for a counterattack.
Elizabeth tightened her grasp on the knife, analyzing the sights. Arms, groin, thighs, neck. She repeated the advice over again in her head. A mantra to focus her thoughts. It didn't prove very helpful as she continued to stare at the figure, uncertain how to approach, but it didn't seem she had to as it made its way closer with each second. She had to make a choice.
Finally taking the initiative, she ran forward, slashing the blade across the dummy's throat. It was difficult to reach from her angle, but she tried to use the spinning of her body to add force again, hoping it would be enough to do something. During the attack, she kept her body moving, attempting to make herself a difficult target for a counterattack.
Elizabeth
I am a product of my decisions.
