Post by Kittles on Jun 26, 2012 23:28:42 GMT -5
Anna felt the hilt of the sword scrape roughly across her palm as her weapon was torn from her grip. She watched as her means of defense was vaulted high above her and her opponent.
No.
Her movements felt stiff, forced - like every muscle in her body had suddenly seized up. Nagrash's terrible look of victory paralyzed her further, and though he should have been her immediate concern, she couldn't quite take her eyes away from her sword, spinning through the air above her. Time seemed to slow down as Anna watched gravity pull the sword into a graceful arch, dragging it back through the air toward its former wielder.
Anna's wings gave a few twitches, not sure which direction to pull toward. There was not enough time to react to both opposing obstacles. Her hand raised hesitantly, as if to try and pluck the blade from the sky as it dove toward her. Her breath was caught in her throat, struggling between filling her lungs, or crying out some of her fear. It finally made a decision, and a short, strangled scream barely began before -
Shnk.
Her outstretched hand twitched, still reaching for the sword it would not have the means to stop. Her wide eyes bored into the blade that had split clean through the fine chainmail covering her chest. She sputtered quietly, all of her muscles twitching just as minutely as her quivering hand. The taste of blood was overtaking her mouth.
Her wings were giving out. She gave a fearful look upward, her gaze slowly losing focus as she stared through her opponent, before she began to plummet from the sky herself.
No.
Her movements felt stiff, forced - like every muscle in her body had suddenly seized up. Nagrash's terrible look of victory paralyzed her further, and though he should have been her immediate concern, she couldn't quite take her eyes away from her sword, spinning through the air above her. Time seemed to slow down as Anna watched gravity pull the sword into a graceful arch, dragging it back through the air toward its former wielder.
Anna's wings gave a few twitches, not sure which direction to pull toward. There was not enough time to react to both opposing obstacles. Her hand raised hesitantly, as if to try and pluck the blade from the sky as it dove toward her. Her breath was caught in her throat, struggling between filling her lungs, or crying out some of her fear. It finally made a decision, and a short, strangled scream barely began before -
Shnk.
Her outstretched hand twitched, still reaching for the sword it would not have the means to stop. Her wide eyes bored into the blade that had split clean through the fine chainmail covering her chest. She sputtered quietly, all of her muscles twitching just as minutely as her quivering hand. The taste of blood was overtaking her mouth.
Her wings were giving out. She gave a fearful look upward, her gaze slowly losing focus as she stared through her opponent, before she began to plummet from the sky herself.