[ The gleam of the greatsword feels like it throws her eye out of focus again – the realization that she's being attacked sending a jolt of anxiety through her that makes the pressure throbbing in her skull triple in intensity. She can't think. It hurts to try and fight against the din still rattling around in her head and even that admission of weakness is enough for that violent rage to reassert control.
The strangled noises she's making warp into a snarl as she staggers back, just barely avoiding the blow but rushing forward all in the same movement even so. She doesn't have a weapon, but she claws at him anyway – and after seeing the state Hubert was in, it's clear she might not even need a weapon. ]
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The strangled noises she's making warp into a snarl as she staggers back, just barely avoiding the blow but rushing forward all in the same movement even so. She doesn't have a weapon, but she claws at him anyway – and after seeing the state Hubert was in, it's clear she might not even need a weapon. ]