[ she's not the only one paired up with a stranger out to kill her, and after destroying hers, she hangs back to help the rest who've been dropped unceremoniously onto this dump of a planet like her. the dust has yet to settle, thickened by the continuous rain and coloring the white gold of her amour in a muddied rusted layer, but she trudges through it despite it all. it slows her movements some, catching more hits than she normally would but she hardly notices. asgardian bodies are made tougher to withstand more -- more pain, more sorrow, more regret, and while she'd never consider herself a god (that's thor, that's hela, and she still remembers struggling in that last fight with her), she figures the fact that she can't seem to die whenever she expects to probably makes her close enough to one. or something to that effect.
the next swing of the man's metal rebar is interrupted, the arm gripping the weapon sliced cleanly off in a burst of red dust. a blade protrudes from his chest in the next breath, more dust leaking from the wound as he stumbles forward to reveal her standing behind him, face and hair streaked with red rainwater like coagulated blood. she looks up at diana then, eyes darkened by the storm and fatigue, but her voice is even and steady. ]
arriving in style.
the next swing of the man's metal rebar is interrupted, the arm gripping the weapon sliced cleanly off in a burst of red dust. a blade protrudes from his chest in the next breath, more dust leaking from the wound as he stumbles forward to reveal her standing behind him, face and hair streaked with red rainwater like coagulated blood. she looks up at diana then, eyes darkened by the storm and fatigue, but her voice is even and steady. ]
You all right?