shi qingxuan realizes the instant that her foot connects with metal that the kick was a bad idea - she's probably broken a few toes. but when hk-47 catches her entire leg, she realizes with a sinking feeling that it's about to get even worse than just a few toes.
she bites down on her lip in anticipation, not wanting to give him the pleasure of hearing her scream, and manages to contain it - mostly. it's muffled because she refuses to part her lips, but unfortunately, he stomps on her arm next.
this, she doesn't see coming, and she lets out an earsplitting shriek of pain. she lets go of the crystal reflexively, and it lies uselessly on the ground there, her fingers twitching as if to try and get it back. after a moment she gets them around it, but what use is it, anyway?
what can she... what can she... her vision is blurring, and she's vaguely aware that there are tears in her eyes from the pain. hk-47 is... he's talking? he's talking.
slowly, she turns her head towards the timer.
...
she'll let him talk.
survive, it said.
she just has to survive.
but, what he's saying - it's infuriating. so it was him? all along, it was him? she turns her head away from the timer as he finishes up, and her gaze rests on the hand of her unbroken arm.
her eyes widen as something occurs to her, and then a moment later -
with great effort, she sits up, and swipes at hk-47's upper body. her hand is... it's huge. it's a yaoi hand. i don't know what to tell you. but it's larger, and hopefully stronger, and maybe she can knock him into the void that the ground crumbling beneath them is giving way to, if she catches him by surprise, while he's distracted.]
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shi qingxuan realizes the instant that her foot connects with metal that the kick was a bad idea - she's probably broken a few toes. but when hk-47 catches her entire leg, she realizes with a sinking feeling that it's about to get even worse than just a few toes.
she bites down on her lip in anticipation, not wanting to give him the pleasure of hearing her scream, and manages to contain it - mostly. it's muffled because she refuses to part her lips, but unfortunately, he stomps on her arm next.
this, she doesn't see coming, and she lets out an earsplitting shriek of pain. she lets go of the crystal reflexively, and it lies uselessly on the ground there, her fingers twitching as if to try and get it back. after a moment she gets them around it, but what use is it, anyway?
what can she... what can she... her vision is blurring, and she's vaguely aware that there are tears in her eyes from the pain. hk-47 is... he's talking? he's talking.
slowly, she turns her head towards the timer.
...
she'll let him talk.
survive, it said.
she just has to survive.
but, what he's saying - it's infuriating. so it was him? all along, it was him? she turns her head away from the timer as he finishes up, and her gaze rests on the hand of her unbroken arm.
her eyes widen as something occurs to her, and then a moment later -
with great effort, she sits up, and swipes at hk-47's upper body. her hand is... it's huge. it's a yaoi hand. i don't know what to tell you. but it's larger, and hopefully stronger, and maybe she can knock him into the void that the ground crumbling beneath them is giving way to, if she catches him by surprise, while he's distracted.]