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Padmé overflow event 27
Padmé & Phoenix
[The slash goes wide as he moves, but she is shifting again already, seeking to swipe at him again. She isn't focused on what he is doing, but only on getting what she wants. It isn't something which she has been expecting, which is why there is a howl as she jumps back, growling again, deeply, menacingly, at the shock that she has received. Annoyed now, she starts to circle again.]
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Back! Back, I say! Back! [He has zero experience with actually wielding the spear, though.]
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Actions she understands. The act of picking up his other weapon. Pointy. Sharp. Harmful.
Yet not a part of him.
There is still that cunning glint in her eyes, contemplating as a half step is taken toward him, muscles bunched, waiting to read his next response before she acts again.]
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Quickly, he tries to rush her and clumsily tries to stab at the beast with his spear.]
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[He shouts as she swipes at his leg. He falls over, but he tries to stab at her with the spear as he falls.]
Padmé & Sam
[It is a rock and a hard place, yet she has been in such situations before. More than she likely should have been. Still, with a wary eye cast over to him, uncertain of his own intentions, Padmé does glance back towards the newcomer.]
Hello? [Although there doesn't appear to be any recognition at the words.] My name is Padmé, and yours?
[There is a pause, and Padmé watches, wary despite the pain, still confused by the whole situation. Everything ahs been happening too fast. The birth of her children. Arriving here. Finding herself in this place. For a moment she thinks that maybe, just maybe, there is going to be a reply, yet the sudden lurch forward of the stranger has Padmé skirting, placing a small table between her and the weapon wielding stranger.
Not that the other man isn't a stranger as well, yet at the moment, he isn't swinging a weapon at her head.]
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With his weapon in hand, he turns towards the newcomer with the weapon and quirks a wry smile in a silent 'you asked for it.' It's the only warning he provides before cleaving the other neatly in two, sighing as he shoves the program-turned-corpse to the side. ]
Neither of us can say that we didn't try.
[ Her principles are safe, is what he intends to say. Despite everything, he still laughs. ]
Now, are you gonna try again, or should I look for a weapon for you to fight with?
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No, but I do feel I owe you a thanks.
[Who, or what... And why? Rarely has she simply been attacked in such a manner, especially by a complete stranger who has no issue with her.]
I won't say I won't try again, but... A weapon may well be beneficial.
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[ He says to her first assertion, with more than a degree of cheer in his lilt. Another enemy steps up towards them, metal bat raised, but Sam turns and grabs hold of their weapon before it can be brought down for a blow. ]
—Ah, maybe this'll do for now.
[ Bat pilfered after a wrench of fingers to wrist, Sam dispatches their aggressor with a heavy kick and a sigh; he's not exactly in the mood to keep humoring small fry, but here he is.
When the coast is clear, he hands Padmé the bat. ]
Aim right, and you won't have to kill anyone.
Padmé & Anakin
[There have been many missions that have brought him home, and many more that have taken him away. Yet... What does that mean?]
You're saying... It hasn't happened?
[That there is a look of bewilderment on her face isn't surprising. And, and if what is so, then what is the last thing that he knows? Her hand shifts, to settle over her stomach, still trying desperately to make sense of something, anything. Yet nothing is making sense. Is it some hallucination, where life flashes before your eyes in those last moments? Yet this isn't her life. She has never seen this place before today.]
But... how?
[It is softly, said more to herself than to him. She's always been good at putting a picture together, placing pieces where others might not see, drawing those connections, but Padmé is finding herself lacking today.
Those words though. It draws her face back up to his, and if it is some dream, or nightmare, or something that isn't reality? As she would like to believe those words, although she can't see how it can be fixed. The words themselves though do mean more than Anakin can know, the meaning behind them. We. We. We. Not him. Not her. Together. There is no hint of that betrayal he had accused her of, no hardness.] You mean that, don't you?