[ She is very weaponless! In fact, her eyes skim along the edge of his sword with clear, palpable envy. Her hands feel disturbingly empty, the weight of Falchion gone from her hip - she would be panicking, if she felt there were time to do so.
The shorn tentacle writhes under her foot, and she nudges it away. Mud gurgles unpleasantly as it sinks. ]
I -
[ She's not a huge fan of standing back, but does so. ]
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The shorn tentacle writhes under her foot, and she nudges it away. Mud gurgles unpleasantly as it sinks. ]
I -
[ She's not a huge fan of standing back, but does so. ]
Alright.
[ Got your back, Sousei!! ]