[ Briefly, she thinks of Teng Malar — how useless she'd been, looking on as he'd been shredded by steelpeckers. The man that's come to her aid holds himself with the finesse of a warrior, and wields his weapon with the confidence of one who has won battles in the past, but she fears the same for him when she spares a glance at her empty hands.
They itch for a weapon, anything, but the rush of adrenaline within her will have to suffice. The muscles in her jaw shift restively as she gapes, frozen as she steels her courage, and then she's gritting her teeth and lunging for the woman. It's a clumsy effort, and the first grapple has them too tangled together to give much of an opening.
Strategy has never been her forte, not in the way that reckless, impulsive action has been. Even so, she manages to skid back, hand extended and pushing against the woman's shoulder to dislodge herself from the woman's hold, sending her sliding toward the stranger. ]
Now!
[ The cry sounds too loud in the storm, but her eyes stay sharp on the woman's movements, so inhuman that Rey's skin has begun to crawl. ]
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They itch for a weapon, anything, but the rush of adrenaline within her will have to suffice. The muscles in her jaw shift restively as she gapes, frozen as she steels her courage, and then she's gritting her teeth and lunging for the woman. It's a clumsy effort, and the first grapple has them too tangled together to give much of an opening.
Strategy has never been her forte, not in the way that reckless, impulsive action has been. Even so, she manages to skid back, hand extended and pushing against the woman's shoulder to dislodge herself from the woman's hold, sending her sliding toward the stranger. ]
Now!
[ The cry sounds too loud in the storm, but her eyes stay sharp on the woman's movements, so inhuman that Rey's skin has begun to crawl. ]