Rachel? Didn't sweep aside so easily. She curled around the arm, absorbing the blow, she rolled to her feet and she dove for his. Years of training, centuries of pain...it made her good.
Very good.
She never attacked never dealt a blow, just was there, time and time again when the werewolf was going to advance. Blocking, impeding, another stone to wash that anger against.
But she could feel the rising despair in the house behind her, and it made her snarl. Obviously the shard wasn't going to help himself...so...with an inward wince, she took another crashing blow that sent her spinning through a boarded window, wood thick and harsh against her back...yet somehow she landed on her feet and skidded backwards. Her eyes never left the window, knowing that she'd be followed.
But she had moments, a few precious heartbeats, in which to talk this shard around. Unfortunately? She was never the best with words "Ryan!" she called, knowing she'd skidded far enough into the room that he was near.
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Very good.
She never attacked never dealt a blow, just was there, time and time again when the werewolf was going to advance. Blocking, impeding, another stone to wash that anger against.
But she could feel the rising despair in the house behind her, and it made her snarl. Obviously the shard wasn't going to help himself...so...with an inward wince, she took another crashing blow that sent her spinning through a boarded window, wood thick and harsh against her back...yet somehow she landed on her feet and skidded backwards. Her eyes never left the window, knowing that she'd be followed.
But she had moments, a few precious heartbeats, in which to talk this shard around. Unfortunately? She was never the best with words "Ryan!" she called, knowing she'd skidded far enough into the room that he was near.