[Honestly, this wasn't her first choice of action. She'd tried to talk to the man, tried to get him to tell her why he was doing this. Failing that, she'd tried to restrain him--but had quickly realized that something wasn't quite right. Despite the strongest blow she dared land on a human, he didn't seem to feel it, would not stop trying to kill her. And when she'd finally been less willing to restrain herself and had driven her fist into his face, instead of blood, red sand trickled from his nostrils.
Once Diana realized he was not really a man, she no longer held back.
For a normal man, her blows would have been more than enough to kill. But he would not stop, and her will only became harder the more he swung at her, even as his attacks became more haphazard. Eventually she had been able to reach out and put her hands on either side of his head, giving it a swift twist--
--and he fell, dissolving into the dust that had flooded the streets.
She hears someone call out, and whips around, arm half raised to retrieve her shield from her back. But the man attacking her had not spoken, and this one moves slowly, as if reassuring her that he isn't going to begin an assault. Her eyes hold a wariness that does not come natural to her, but she nods at his question, rubbing her hands together. The dust turns to a red paste in her hands, and she frowns.]
I am. He could not hurt me. [Could not, as opposed to did not. There is a certainty in her voice that leaves no room for wondering.] Did you see where he came from?
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Once Diana realized he was not really a man, she no longer held back.
For a normal man, her blows would have been more than enough to kill. But he would not stop, and her will only became harder the more he swung at her, even as his attacks became more haphazard. Eventually she had been able to reach out and put her hands on either side of his head, giving it a swift twist--
--and he fell, dissolving into the dust that had flooded the streets.
She hears someone call out, and whips around, arm half raised to retrieve her shield from her back. But the man attacking her had not spoken, and this one moves slowly, as if reassuring her that he isn't going to begin an assault. Her eyes hold a wariness that does not come natural to her, but she nods at his question, rubbing her hands together. The dust turns to a red paste in her hands, and she frowns.]
I am. He could not hurt me. [Could not, as opposed to did not. There is a certainty in her voice that leaves no room for wondering.] Did you see where he came from?