It’s not dying I’m afraid of
She can’t really see the front of the creature, can only hear the scream and catch sight of hands clawing toward Loren, who does not seem to be moving. Weaver cannot be sure what’s happening, so she focuses on the scythe, on the banshee, and succeeds in slicing its back and flinging the creature away from Loren.
Weaver does not pause to make sure he’s alright, particularly given that she knows his healing magic is far stronger than her own. She takes only a moment to turn her gaze to him, just to make sure there’s not panic written in his eyes or some inability to heal she wouldn’t have foreseen. If he’s desperate, she’ll stop.
She’d rather not stop though. She’d rather not let their prey get her feet back under her. There’s no honor in the way Weaver hunts, but it isn’t about honor, it’s about winning. Weaver rushes at the banshee, trying to keep herself out of reach of those hands, using the long shaft of the scythe to her advantage. Weaver slashes at the creature, aiming for her neck more than anything, though she’ll happily take a hand if she can manage. Those fingers, those nails...if they could even be called nails. It would not be so terrible to remove them.
***
Weaver follows the banshee and tries to cut its neck (or remove some creepy hands).
Weaver does not pause to make sure he’s alright, particularly given that she knows his healing magic is far stronger than her own. She takes only a moment to turn her gaze to him, just to make sure there’s not panic written in his eyes or some inability to heal she wouldn’t have foreseen. If he’s desperate, she’ll stop.
She’d rather not stop though. She’d rather not let their prey get her feet back under her. There’s no honor in the way Weaver hunts, but it isn’t about honor, it’s about winning. Weaver rushes at the banshee, trying to keep herself out of reach of those hands, using the long shaft of the scythe to her advantage. Weaver slashes at the creature, aiming for her neck more than anything, though she’ll happily take a hand if she can manage. Those fingers, those nails...if they could even be called nails. It would not be so terrible to remove them.
***
Weaver follows the banshee and tries to cut its neck (or remove some creepy hands).
weaver
it’s dying without ever having lived
