Her hands slipped as she tried to grab onto the worm – but at least the knife she had transmuted into a larger, sharper one worked just as well as she had imagined. Her hands came away free from the worm as soon as she had severed it, her hands remarkably clean in the aftermath. Yet as she stepped, she moved her food slightly (the tenderness of the bruising beneath her ankle) and she slipped. Suddenly Rexanna felt the world around her shift as she fell. Though she had decided she likely had dealt a crushing blow to the worm she stepped on despite losing her balance, and found a small victory within it.
But as she fell, she found nothing to grip onto, and instead found the lower back of her shirt and all of her pants soaked with the mud. As she tried to move, throwing her hands into the mud with a terrible squish, she pulled herself up slightly, enough to notice that she was now eye to eye with a rather large worm. For a moment, she wanted to try and dodge it, but before she had a chance to react, it fell into the space between her and the dead worm.
With that moment, she attempted to strike the worm in it’s frustration again with the mud soaked knife – her hands clean and the knife terribly dirty (a side effect she’d learn soon enough but hadn’t quite understood so far). She was far too busy with the worm as she knelt on her knees in the mud, trying to strike at the second worm to notice that the last living one had just barely missed Jigano in it’s fight. “We’ve got this!” She called to the fox with a hint of victory in her voice – even if the worms still weren’t completely dead. They were making progress, and progress was worth celebrating.
But as she fell, she found nothing to grip onto, and instead found the lower back of her shirt and all of her pants soaked with the mud. As she tried to move, throwing her hands into the mud with a terrible squish, she pulled herself up slightly, enough to notice that she was now eye to eye with a rather large worm. For a moment, she wanted to try and dodge it, but before she had a chance to react, it fell into the space between her and the dead worm.
With that moment, she attempted to strike the worm in it’s frustration again with the mud soaked knife – her hands clean and the knife terribly dirty (a side effect she’d learn soon enough but hadn’t quite understood so far). She was far too busy with the worm as she knelt on her knees in the mud, trying to strike at the second worm to notice that the last living one had just barely missed Jigano in it’s fight. “We’ve got this!” She called to the fox with a hint of victory in her voice – even if the worms still weren’t completely dead. They were making progress, and progress was worth celebrating.
