[Tightened grasp upon Save the Queen, and for just a moment, the blade flashes a radiant white and blue. Magic, or whatever this world's equivalent to it must be, flutters across the ground and slams into an Eraser. It howls in agony before it collapses and withers away, as if, perhaps, it was never there to begin with. Beatrix casts another look over her shoulder toward Anya, just to keep an eye on her for some breaths.
She's not a trusting woman. It's a strange thing to have a foreign variable at her back. She wouldn't even be able to determine from the get go if Anya were an enemy or an ally. And the latter is a word that Beatrix rarely would use.]
How are things over there? You look as if you do not need much in the way of assistance.
[Which does have to lead her to wonder why Anya would think to keep company with aid. Or maybe Beatrix serves best as a shield. She'd believe that.]
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She's not a trusting woman. It's a strange thing to have a foreign variable at her back. She wouldn't even be able to determine from the get go if Anya were an enemy or an ally. And the latter is a word that Beatrix rarely would use.]
How are things over there? You look as if you do not need much in the way of assistance.
[Which does have to lead her to wonder why Anya would think to keep company with aid. Or maybe Beatrix serves best as a shield. She'd believe that.]