[She doesn't even have time to suck wind into her lungs before he's nearly on her again, charging her down. She has only a second to find an exit. There's none. But her basket is still lying where it fell after she retrieved the chain. Desperately, she scrambles toward it, shoving her hand inside it. Shealtiel's already caught up, and she tries to catch him with a kick to hold him at bay. Even if it connects, even as powerful as her kicks are, she doubts it will hold him off long.
This ends now. She can't afford to be gentle any longer. A blade, perhaps. Or an axe. Yes, an axe feels correct. She can't think why, she never cared for them as weapons- too brutish and clumsy for her tastes, lacking in finesse- but it's the first thing that comes to her mind now, and she closes her fingers around the handle inside the basket-]
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This ends now. She can't afford to be gentle any longer. A blade, perhaps. Or an axe. Yes, an axe feels correct. She can't think why, she never cared for them as weapons- too brutish and clumsy for her tastes, lacking in finesse- but it's the first thing that comes to her mind now, and she closes her fingers around the handle inside the basket-]