[for the second time in the last few days, that knife sinks into her leg-- she only has a second to appreciate the irony of it before the pain hits, making her hiss, her tail lashing (and probably smacking him considering how long it is, actually.)
well, if that's how it is.
she lashes back, crystal shard meeting that knife wherever he next tries to swing it, but she really only has the one arm at the moment; her right one is too stiff to hold the shard, hurts too much. another slash. another.]
There's no such thing as making shit right like this. Don't get it fucking twisted.
[shit like this? that's not justice, and even if she knows he doesn't truly believe in it, it bears saying.
the shadows echo something again, softer this time. one of them, standing behind kaworu, is the image of a woman with a serene smile--
it makes her pause.
then she steels herself and lunges forward with the shard once more.]
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well, if that's how it is.
she lashes back, crystal shard meeting that knife wherever he next tries to swing it, but she really only has the one arm at the moment; her right one is too stiff to hold the shard, hurts too much. another slash. another.]
There's no such thing as making shit right like this. Don't get it fucking twisted.
[shit like this? that's not justice, and even if she knows he doesn't truly believe in it, it bears saying.
the shadows echo something again, softer this time. one of them, standing behind kaworu, is the image of a woman with a serene smile--
it makes her pause.
then she steels herself and lunges forward with the shard once more.]