[She tries to keep the tremble of fear out of her voice, and she wonders if he can still pick it up... even if he isn't himself. Or if he can see the way her eyes glisten with the beginnings of tears as she watches him carefully.
Her eyes narrow as she starts to move away from him, step by step putting a little more distance.]
Still managed to take you down even with a bad leg...
[And she feels guilty as hell about it, but if he's going to keep playing at this angle, then maybe...]
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[She tries to keep the tremble of fear out of her voice, and she wonders if he can still pick it up... even if he isn't himself. Or if he can see the way her eyes glisten with the beginnings of tears as she watches him carefully.
Her eyes narrow as she starts to move away from him, step by step putting a little more distance.]
Still managed to take you down even with a bad leg...
[And she feels guilty as hell about it, but if he's going to keep playing at this angle, then maybe...]