Brief, only brief, as raw panic slams against her senses; the foreign pull of the Fade reaching out for something far more familiar. She freezes,
( The Gallows again, and still the blade won’t rip free, wedged on some sliver of gore. The blade won’t come out, and they’re coming straight towards her: faces distorted in a red red rage. )
Wren slings Atticus about her like a shield, wrenches his wrists up sharp beside the sudden bar of an arm across his throat. Her free hand slips straight past her sword and for the knife at her back; in the space of a moment it’s hovering in threat above his right eye.
( Two Venatori and Ashlock, worse than bad odds. They’ve gotten Harriman, and now Ashlock. She needs leverage, )
"Get back," She spits at the pair, hauling Atticus up by the neck. Strength is easy in desperation. Her lips peel back into a snarl thirty years practiced, but this time her pupils are shot wide, her hand is shaking. "Now."
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Brief, only brief, as raw panic slams against her senses; the foreign pull of the Fade reaching out for something far more familiar. She freezes,
( The Gallows again, and still the blade won’t rip free, wedged on some sliver of gore. The blade won’t come out, and they’re coming straight towards her: faces distorted in a red red rage. )
Wren slings Atticus about her like a shield, wrenches his wrists up sharp beside the sudden bar of an arm across his throat. Her free hand slips straight past her sword and for the knife at her back; in the space of a moment it’s hovering in threat above his right eye.
( Two Venatori and Ashlock, worse than bad odds. They’ve gotten Harriman, and now Ashlock. She needs leverage, )
"Get back," She spits at the pair, hauling Atticus up by the neck. Strength is easy in desperation. Her lips peel back into a snarl thirty years practiced, but this time her pupils are shot wide, her hand is shaking. "Now."