Post by Daisy on Apr 18, 2013 12:03:31 GMT -5
Inborn instinct told her to tense her body, to try and avoid the unavoidable impact that was coming as the wind tore at her and threw her towards the side of the alleyway. Years of combat and too many lessons learned the hard way had taught her to instead go limp. And so she hit the old crate like a rag-doll. It probably saved her broken bones and torn muscles. It didn't save her the splintered wood that pierced her flesh and made her cry out in pain.
It was at that point most folks would have called it a night. She was down, there were tiny bits of wood prickling all along her side, it felt like there was something more massive shoved into her shoulder, her quarry was already running, and there was a knife inches from her face reminding her of how close she'd just come to possibly dying. Daisy simply was not most folks; oftentimes to her detriment. This was probably going to be one of those times; but she was entirely too angry to care about that.
She let go of her war hammer just long enough to gather up the knife that had liberated a lock of her hair and tuck it into her waist band. She snarled like an animal as she levered herself to her feet and the extent of her injuries made themselves known. Her good hand abandoned her war hammer again long enough to extricate the shard of wood from her shoulder. The sound she made started as a growl and ended as a yelp.
Her left arm wasn't going to be much, if any, good in a fight. But it wasn't bleeding enough to cause her major concern. It would wait for a proper healer to see to it. She spared a glance for the stranger who had likely just saved her bacon. He didn't appear any worse for wear. The cold and numbness Mr Dark's tentacles had inflicted on her limbs was dissipating.
Her rage was relentless and it powered both her voice and her legs as she bellowed into the night and made after Piper.
"Running just means you're going to die tired!"
It was at that point most folks would have called it a night. She was down, there were tiny bits of wood prickling all along her side, it felt like there was something more massive shoved into her shoulder, her quarry was already running, and there was a knife inches from her face reminding her of how close she'd just come to possibly dying. Daisy simply was not most folks; oftentimes to her detriment. This was probably going to be one of those times; but she was entirely too angry to care about that.
She let go of her war hammer just long enough to gather up the knife that had liberated a lock of her hair and tuck it into her waist band. She snarled like an animal as she levered herself to her feet and the extent of her injuries made themselves known. Her good hand abandoned her war hammer again long enough to extricate the shard of wood from her shoulder. The sound she made started as a growl and ended as a yelp.
Her left arm wasn't going to be much, if any, good in a fight. But it wasn't bleeding enough to cause her major concern. It would wait for a proper healer to see to it. She spared a glance for the stranger who had likely just saved her bacon. He didn't appear any worse for wear. The cold and numbness Mr Dark's tentacles had inflicted on her limbs was dissipating.
Her rage was relentless and it powered both her voice and her legs as she bellowed into the night and made after Piper.
"Running just means you're going to die tired!"