[ she stumbles when Nem pulls at her, but goes with easily, clutching her axe-hand to her stomach over the gunshot wound. And it takes a long moment to figure out what she's looking at-- or looking for-- through the exhaustion beginning to set in.
But she eventually figures it out. And starts looking for a weak point-- but with a strategics roll of 6 and as hazy as her vision is getting, that's a no go. ]
[Despite the hurry--if Requiem can't make it, what's even the point--she's able to find a hanging brick in the ceiling--jumps to try and hit it with her axe. With a strategics of 3, a promising amount of dust and rubble fall--but the weapon catches in the ceiling, not quite enough momentum to get it knock it loose all at once. One more tug and she'll have the the building down for sure--she looks back for pursuers just in case--]
[ when she looks back it appears that he's already started pursuing.
not running, mind you. but with purpose. even though his eyes aren't even focused on them-- or anything really-- it's obvious that he's headed towards whichever "threat" is closest. which, in this case, happens to be Requiem.
and when he does finally catch up to her, he grabs her by the back of the neck. lifting her up easily with a ridiculous amount of strength. his fingers tightening in their grip, as if to try and snap her spine. ]
She makes a pained noise, and-- something about this strikes familiar. A single-minded power, a Madness. Oh...
He's squeezing tighter and she's already fading, so she uses the last of her energy to fling her own axe as hard as she can at the handaxe Nem had left wedged in the ceiling. With a loud and successful clang, it strikes, and the ceiling begins to rumble above them.
And that second or two seems a bit too long as Req squeezes one eye shut, pained, and extends a hand-- almost like reaching for her-- and a weightless force throws her backwards into the tunnel. Good timing, too, as rocks begin to pour more and more steadily down between them. ]
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But she eventually figures it out. And starts looking for a weak point-- but with a strategics roll of 6 and as hazy as her vision is getting, that's a no go. ]
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waking up is hard v 1.5
not running, mind you. but with purpose. even though his eyes aren't even focused on them-- or anything really-- it's obvious that he's headed towards whichever "threat" is closest. which, in this case, happens to be Requiem.
and when he does finally catch up to her, he grabs her by the back of the neck. lifting her up easily with a ridiculous amount of strength. his fingers tightening in their grip, as if to try and snap her spine. ]
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[no no no no--frantic, she abandons the axe still wedged in the ceiling bricks, booking it for Loki and Requiem instead.]
Don't, you can't--!
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She makes a pained noise, and-- something about this strikes familiar. A single-minded power, a Madness. Oh...
He's squeezing tighter and she's already fading, so she uses the last of her energy to fling her own axe as hard as she can at the handaxe Nem had left wedged in the ceiling. With a loud and successful clang, it strikes, and the ceiling begins to rumble above them.
And that second or two seems a bit too long as Req squeezes one eye shut, pained, and extends a hand-- almost like reaching for her-- and a weightless force throws her backwards into the tunnel. Good timing, too, as rocks begin to pour more and more steadily down between them. ]