you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Nearly stumbling backward now in her haste, the revelation that it was Dahlia who'd sent Pierce in the first place had Flora almost tripping over her own feet. Still trying to gauge how large the dome he'd placed around her was, whatever its size, it seemed fairly obvious that she wasn't simply going to be able to flee in order to avoid him. "Yeah, no that's—" Flora would have just agreed if Pierce had given her the time to do so. She'd have offered to sprinkle around void seeds right then and there if it kept the end of the rapier pointed at the sky instead of right at her.
Moving faster than she would have thought possible for a man of his bulk, Flora felt the flash of pain burn through her before her mind had even registered the sunlight glinting off the dark metal or the sound of tearing fabric and skin. Despite how the barrier had silenced the connection between captain and queen, Jack would hear her scream as she instinctively pressed a hand against her stomach. It was far from the worst injury she'd ever received in a fight, but the fact that the rapier that was now wet with her blood could kill her just as easily as it could open her up, wasn't lost on her.
"I won't, I won't—" She pleads, taking a step back. "I hate cleaning, I'll—"
Moving faster than she would have thought possible for a man of his bulk, Flora felt the flash of pain burn through her before her mind had even registered the sunlight glinting off the dark metal or the sound of tearing fabric and skin. Despite how the barrier had silenced the connection between captain and queen, Jack would hear her scream as she instinctively pressed a hand against her stomach. It was far from the worst injury she'd ever received in a fight, but the fact that the rapier that was now wet with her blood could kill her just as easily as it could open her up, wasn't lost on her.
"I won't, I won't—" She pleads, taking a step back. "I hate cleaning, I'll—"
