[Her first thought is that there's a hell of a lot more blood than there should be, and something in her gut twists as it freezes in mid-air. Shadows pierce upwards from beneath; some manage to graze her arm and break the skin, the others only catching fabric or bandages, but her own blood starts to flow freely where they cut, and she feels another surge of angry adrenaline push through her.]
You think I'm afraid of you?!
[She deflects the first swipe of his claw; the next one manages to catch against her side and she lets out a low hiss as she retaliates, slicing through shadow— it's difficult to tell where he ends and the shadows begin, but everything is fair game at this point, and she pushes forward to swing towards his legs, set him off balance, doing her best to ignore the thorns as they scrape against her.
"Come on, sunshine, you're going to easy on him! Don't tell me your heart isn't in it!"]
There's a goddamn person in there!
[Her response is harsh, insistent, even as the temperature surrounding them drops and she swings again, harder this time, aiming to slice through vines to keep them from being able to grasp her fully.]
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You think I'm afraid of you?!
[She deflects the first swipe of his claw; the next one manages to catch against her side and she lets out a low hiss as she retaliates, slicing through shadow— it's difficult to tell where he ends and the shadows begin, but everything is fair game at this point, and she pushes forward to swing towards his legs, set him off balance, doing her best to ignore the thorns as they scrape against her.
"Come on, sunshine, you're going to easy on him! Don't tell me your heart isn't in it!"]
There's a goddamn person in there!
[Her response is harsh, insistent, even as the temperature surrounding them drops and she swings again, harder this time, aiming to slice through vines to keep them from being able to grasp her fully.]