She feels some force from the fall, landing almost completely on top of him, but this time, she doesn't linger. She can't and should not, what with the way he suddenly belts out a yell in pain, and yet, she finds herself clinging to him anyway, looking down at him as...]
Shit.
[The dolphin swings its head back in an attempt to escape, and it manages to nick him once, twice, before retreating into the water.
Benedikta quickly scrambles to her feet with a groan of her own—one in thanks or in frustration? Who is to say at this point?—and searches for her sword on the floor of the boat, finding it where it had slid alongside them to the other end.
And now there's water flowing into the boat where its horn had broken through it, and Cidolfus is lying on the floor groaning in pain...
...
She has had enough. All she wanted to do was to take care of this bounty and get back to shore. How easy it could have been to simply kill them all and break off their horns, but no. He had to stop her before she could, and now... now look at the sorry fucking state of it all.]
You'll pay for that!
[Benedikta leaves Cid where he is and tries to cross the boat to where the younger one is, even as it sways. She's done caring... and it's not as if she cared before, but whatever pity she might have felt has carried off into the violent winds that churn around them now. She raises her sword, and—]
Ugh!
[She feels something rake across her shoulder, breaking leather and skin when the mother leaps onto the fucking boat to stop her. She thrashes, her horn swinging every which way before she flips back into the water to carry the small one away.]
Fuck...
[The blood is hot as it trickles over her skin, the sharp ache wasting no time in spreading through her back, and she's forced to drop her sword to the floor again as her other hand clutches at her shoulder.]
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She feels some force from the fall, landing almost completely on top of him, but this time, she doesn't linger. She can't and should not, what with the way he suddenly belts out a yell in pain, and yet, she finds herself clinging to him anyway, looking down at him as...]
Shit.
[The dolphin swings its head back in an attempt to escape, and it manages to nick him once, twice, before retreating into the water.
Benedikta quickly scrambles to her feet with a groan of her own—one in thanks or in frustration? Who is to say at this point?—and searches for her sword on the floor of the boat, finding it where it had slid alongside them to the other end.
And now there's water flowing into the boat where its horn had broken through it, and Cidolfus is lying on the floor groaning in pain...
...
She has had enough. All she wanted to do was to take care of this bounty and get back to shore. How easy it could have been to simply kill them all and break off their horns, but no. He had to stop her before she could, and now... now look at the sorry fucking state of it all.]
You'll pay for that!
[Benedikta leaves Cid where he is and tries to cross the boat to where the younger one is, even as it sways. She's done caring... and it's not as if she cared before, but whatever pity she might have felt has carried off into the violent winds that churn around them now. She raises her sword, and—]
Ugh!
[She feels something rake across her shoulder, breaking leather and skin when the mother leaps onto the fucking boat to stop her. She thrashes, her horn swinging every which way before she flips back into the water to carry the small one away.]
Fuck...
[The blood is hot as it trickles over her skin, the sharp ache wasting no time in spreading through her back, and she's forced to drop her sword to the floor again as her other hand clutches at her shoulder.]