[ Her mouth is open, flames still sputtering and teeth bared. Like this, she looks every inch the beast she'd acted all those weeks ago when they'd first been handed their motive envelopes. She's stronger now than she was then – but that doesn't make her invincible. The blade sings through the air and though there's the faintest snick of resistance – the sword wielded to kill daemons does just as it should and cuts her arm from her body.
And the pain... is familiar, in some odd way. Not her pain but – oh, this is ironic, isn't it? For her to lose an arm when she'd done the same to– when she'd come here to–
Oh, this is all wrong, isn't it?
For a fraction of a second, everything seems to still. Fire rages all around them, but there's an odd quiet in her head. The slitted red eye flutters and clears and for a moment, barely even long enough for a breath or a pause between breaths–
It's Bryn looking at him. ]
S–
[ And then that traitorous, ravenous part of her mind realizes, maybe even before Somnus does – like this, he's wide open. Take her arm, then. That's fine.
She has two.
Everything slams back into motion. Curled fingers made clawlike by bloodlust and raw strength thrust forward under his guard to his chest and
through it
her fingers breech the other side and her arm sinks into him up to the elbow, wet with blood and viscera. This time when she meets his gaze, it's with the cold satisfaction of a predator looming over a kill. ]
wow! more impalement!
And the pain... is familiar, in some odd way. Not her pain but – oh, this is ironic, isn't it? For her to lose an arm when she'd done the same to– when she'd come here to–
Oh, this is all wrong, isn't it?
For a fraction of a second, everything seems to still. Fire rages all around them, but there's an odd quiet in her head. The slitted red eye flutters and clears and for a moment, barely even long enough for a breath or a pause between breaths–
It's Bryn looking at him. ]
S–
[ And then that traitorous, ravenous part of her mind realizes, maybe even before Somnus does – like this, he's wide open. Take her arm, then. That's fine.
She has two.
Everything slams back into motion. Curled fingers made clawlike by bloodlust and raw strength thrust forward under his guard to his chest and
through it
her fingers breech the other side and her arm sinks into him up to the elbow, wet with blood and viscera. This time when she meets his gaze, it's with the cold satisfaction of a predator looming over a kill. ]