[there's no helping the Daitengu. Hazel knows this the second that the figure crumbles, from the staggered way their silhouette falls to the distance between herself and the faction leaders. someone else might be able to achieve the impossible and save the Sutoku head from what surely must be fatal wounds, but for her to try is nothing but a fool's errand. that was fine. the assailants were obviously eager to confirm their kill and held no interest in keeping the path between themselves and their target free of blood.
she was supposed to be on her best behavior, reining in those ugly impulses of hers...but what was just a little more pain for a good cause?
gunshots make it easy to find hotspots despite the poor visibility; she doesn't need to see so long as she can keep her feet from catching on anything as she sprints in the direction of the sound. people got panicky in situations like this, didn't know which way they were going or how to keep away from a fucking bullet-]
Hey, back up!
[it's not like the stranger hurtling towards her could have known, but that doesn't mean Hazel's going to allow them to suffer gunfire for her sake. even if they didn't die...what a fucking waste it would be. she plants her feet and swings around, arm out with the intention of clotheslining the man heading towards her. if he stumbles, she can pivot and block his sagging form with her own delicate frame. an empty body can still absorb a few magazine's worth, she was sure.]
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she was supposed to be on her best behavior, reining in those ugly impulses of hers...but what was just a little more pain for a good cause?
gunshots make it easy to find hotspots despite the poor visibility; she doesn't need to see so long as she can keep her feet from catching on anything as she sprints in the direction of the sound. people got panicky in situations like this, didn't know which way they were going or how to keep away from a fucking bullet-]
Hey, back up!
[it's not like the stranger hurtling towards her could have known, but that doesn't mean Hazel's going to allow them to suffer gunfire for her sake. even if they didn't die...what a fucking waste it would be. she plants her feet and swings around, arm out with the intention of clotheslining the man heading towards her. if he stumbles, she can pivot and block his sagging form with her own delicate frame. an empty body can still absorb a few magazine's worth, she was sure.]