[Reasoning with her attacker had brought no end to his swings. The rebar slams again and again against her bracers as she tries to shout reason to him, but to no avail. Diana is slow to become reoriented; between the sand and her lingering weakness from the Ingress memorial, she is not acting as quickly as she should. There's a brief moment, very brief, when she thinks that she could actually be injured in this fight she didn't mean to have.
A short breath escapes her as the bones in her arm seem to vibrate with the force of the next blow. One more, and--
--but the next one doesn't come. At least, it is delayed. She doesn't see the rock until it's already struck the man, making him stumble. But she recognizes the voice, one she hadn't heard in what seems like forever. A voice so close, and a small figure she can barely see for the dust and the rain.
The man turns towards that figure, and a hot burst of strength rushes Diana's veins. With a shout, she leaps forward at the man, tackling him bodily.]
You will not!
[She's atop him, driving a fist into his face. Red sand trickles from his nose and the corner of his mouth, and a realization snaps to mind. He is no human; he is but a creature of this storm, somehow. Her hesitation is gone, and she drives her fist into his face again, feeling his skull crack and splinter beneath her knuckles. Amazons are not quick to anger, but once it is sparked, there is no use trying to quell it. Once she's sure he is down and will stay that way she stands, hands covered in brownish-red mud. Her head whips to the side, searching for the figure again, worry clear in her voice.]
MY CHILD also some mildly graphic violence in here
A short breath escapes her as the bones in her arm seem to vibrate with the force of the next blow. One more, and--
--but the next one doesn't come. At least, it is delayed. She doesn't see the rock until it's already struck the man, making him stumble. But she recognizes the voice, one she hadn't heard in what seems like forever. A voice so close, and a small figure she can barely see for the dust and the rain.
The man turns towards that figure, and a hot burst of strength rushes Diana's veins. With a shout, she leaps forward at the man, tackling him bodily.]
You will not!
[She's atop him, driving a fist into his face. Red sand trickles from his nose and the corner of his mouth, and a realization snaps to mind. He is no human; he is but a creature of this storm, somehow. Her hesitation is gone, and she drives her fist into his face again, feeling his skull crack and splinter beneath her knuckles. Amazons are not quick to anger, but once it is sparked, there is no use trying to quell it. Once she's sure he is down and will stay that way she stands, hands covered in brownish-red mud. Her head whips to the side, searching for the figure again, worry clear in her voice.]
Eddie?!