AmaLIa
shield of safrin
The lightning sends her sprawling forward, bumping into the man before her hands land on the ground. A jolt of agony shoots up her left wrist as muscles are stretched beyond their natural limits; in the moment she scarcely registers it, full of adrenaline as she is, but later it will hurt like an almighty bitch.
More urgent is the knife that flashes in the starlight, wicked and too fast for the Shield to evade. Sluggish from the electricity and dazed from the fall, she takes the steel to her side, a gash opening over her ribs on the right side. Not too deep, but it quickly begins to bleed, red seeping into her shirt.
"Stop!" Voice tight with anger and pain, Amalia attempts to grab the man's hand before he can land another blow and wrap her arms around him, hoping to subdue him long enough to drag him somewhere indoors. We need to get him out of the dark, she replies in silence to Ronin. Then her eyes catch on the bundle, and it feels like a punch to the gut. Is that...? Oh, Safrin, no.
More urgent is the knife that flashes in the starlight, wicked and too fast for the Shield to evade. Sluggish from the electricity and dazed from the fall, she takes the steel to her side, a gash opening over her ribs on the right side. Not too deep, but it quickly begins to bleed, red seeping into her shirt.
"Stop!" Voice tight with anger and pain, Amalia attempts to grab the man's hand before he can land another blow and wrap her arms around him, hoping to subdue him long enough to drag him somewhere indoors. We need to get him out of the dark, she replies in silence to Ronin. Then her eyes catch on the bundle, and it feels like a punch to the gut. Is that...? Oh, Safrin, no.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
