[There is a moment when Hayame thinks that they will fail. That she will fail, like she has so many gods damned times. The tip of the spear she has commandeered as a better stabbing implement than her own weapons... It makes contact, even with half her head bandaged she can see that, but there is a moment when something stops it, when she has to grit her teeth with an enraged, desperate snarl and thrust-
And then it's suddenly through, a shard cracks that isn't hers, she runs to Meridian (no, he ran to Meridian), and the roots reach for her in a last burst of energy. When they lash out explosively her arms take most of the damage... but not enough of it. As roots scrabble and pull and stab into flesh, the pain makes her try to rear back away now that she's landed her blow, yet she isn't fast enough. Something makes it past her defenses into her shoulder, something flies at her face-
But then they rot as fast as the last assault began, softening away to nothing but black mush as she hits the ground with a heavy thud and awkward kicks of limbs that don't want to bear her weight. She thinks she hears Liem released, too, but she can't see it and she doesn't know why... until she realizes that she's writhing on the stained grass, clutching her face with blood oozing from between her fingers and the low keen of pain muffled by the dryad's curse as half her hearing once again just vanishes.
Her eye. Her only remaining eye.
Somehow... Somehow she forces herself to get back up, at least halfway, a bloodied hand still pressed hard to her right eye as if begging what was in there to stay as she...
What was she supposed to do? What could she do?]
Liem-
[The croak of a name is loud, but she can barely hear herself. She hadn't... she couldn't have fallen far from the beast's corpse, and her companion should be close. Her other hand reaches out, trembling, beginning to grope about around her.]
Liem, where are you, I can't-
[Maybe this really was the end. This unglorious, pathetic, dishonorable end-]
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And then it's suddenly through, a shard cracks that isn't hers, she runs to Meridian (no, he ran to Meridian), and the roots reach for her in a last burst of energy. When they lash out explosively her arms take most of the damage... but not enough of it. As roots scrabble and pull and stab into flesh, the pain makes her try to rear back away now that she's landed her blow, yet she isn't fast enough. Something makes it past her defenses into her shoulder, something flies at her face-
But then they rot as fast as the last assault began, softening away to nothing but black mush as she hits the ground with a heavy thud and awkward kicks of limbs that don't want to bear her weight. She thinks she hears Liem released, too, but she can't see it and she doesn't know why... until she realizes that she's writhing on the stained grass, clutching her face with blood oozing from between her fingers and the low keen of pain muffled by the dryad's curse as half her hearing once again just vanishes.
Her eye. Her only remaining eye.
Somehow... Somehow she forces herself to get back up, at least halfway, a bloodied hand still pressed hard to her right eye as if begging what was in there to stay as she...
What was she supposed to do? What could she do?]
Liem-
[The croak of a name is loud, but she can barely hear herself. She hadn't... she couldn't have fallen far from the beast's corpse, and her companion should be close. Her other hand reaches out, trembling, beginning to grope about around her.]
Liem, where are you, I can't-
[Maybe this really was the end. This unglorious, pathetic, dishonorable end-]
I can't see...