[ She's thrown against the wall in a flash — the impact makes her teeth ring, the wind knocked out of her. Ends up on one knee with her head spinning as she blinks, hard, deep breaths in and out of her mouth. It hurts to stand; it always does, after something like this. She does it anyway, shoulders slumped over, the bricks carrying a bulk of her weight, the sword used as a make shift gain as she regains her balance.
Her eyes flicker up just enough to catch the heels come into view. The offer ( the threat— ) carries over buzzing in her ears, and straightening out even further to really look at the Falchion in the thing's hand, a dainty hand on its blade.
She sees red.
Lucina lunges, again. Stupid of her considering the last attempt didn't work, but the wild desperation in her eyes makes it clear that it doesn't matter. The sword pierces the mannequin through its chest. She carries the momentum and angles the sword down, embedding the tip in the asphalt. The pommel presses against her shoulder as she pants, looking right into flat, black eyes. ]
Over my dead body. [ As she wretches the Falchion away from its grip. ]
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Her eyes flicker up just enough to catch the heels come into view. The offer ( the threat— ) carries over buzzing in her ears, and straightening out even further to really look at the Falchion in the thing's hand, a dainty hand on its blade.
She sees red.
Lucina lunges, again. Stupid of her considering the last attempt didn't work, but the wild desperation in her eyes makes it clear that it doesn't matter. The sword pierces the mannequin through its chest. She carries the momentum and angles the sword down, embedding the tip in the asphalt. The pommel presses against her shoulder as she pants, looking right into flat, black eyes. ]
Over my dead body. [ As she wretches the Falchion away from its grip. ]