[ this might not be her body. actually, scratch that. there's no fucking might about it. but one flesh, one end, like the queen bitch herself would've said, and she has no intent to let said bitch's one flesh meet its one end yet.
the muscles may not respond as fast as she'd like, but there's no erasing instinct. in a single motion, harrow's body ducks in, towards the skeleton and to the side of the telegraphed blow. the momentum carries her forward, her flexor muscles screaming as the weight of the two-hander is brought up and through her assailant. she falls into an almost defensive stance as the weight of the blade returns to a downward point, covered eyes scanning the area. she can't fucking see anyone. cool. her eyes still haven't adjusted to the harsh lights of this place, a blur of whitish-blue fluorescents and black shadows to contrast it.
but she can at least piss them off. so she calls out- ]
Only one? Come on, I'm at least worth two, right?
[ -in the striking tones of harrowhark nonagesimus.
fuck, that would have sounded a lot cooler in her voice. ]
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the muscles may not respond as fast as she'd like, but there's no erasing instinct. in a single motion, harrow's body ducks in, towards the skeleton and to the side of the telegraphed blow. the momentum carries her forward, her flexor muscles screaming as the weight of the two-hander is brought up and through her assailant. she falls into an almost defensive stance as the weight of the blade returns to a downward point, covered eyes scanning the area. she can't fucking see anyone. cool. her eyes still haven't adjusted to the harsh lights of this place, a blur of whitish-blue fluorescents and black shadows to contrast it.
but she can at least piss them off. so she calls out- ]
Only one? Come on, I'm at least worth two, right?
[ -in the striking tones of harrowhark nonagesimus.
fuck, that would have sounded a lot cooler in her voice. ]