[would this place allow that? probably not. they had both been named for execution, after all; this isn't an anomaly in the brig. but the one slim thread of hope sheba has here is that if one of them dies, the other might be alloewd to walk free.
more than anything, she wants it to be shouxue. she looks up at the arrows as they appear above her, and she tenses, digging her heels in to stand her ground as the arrows fall.
do not make me witness this, shouxue had said. sheba had thought doing it herself would be better than making shouxue attack her, letting her get her blood on her hands. but maybe this is how it has to be.
...
but.
at the last moment, her expression contorts into something furious, and without really thinking about it, she pivots on one foot, ducking back to avoid the arrows and dodging and weaving between them. she twirls the stave in one hand, and wind whips up around her - a tornado forms, electricity sparking within it, and she points to shouxue with the stave.
the tornado rushes toward the other girl, through the blizzard, a moment later.
(the multitool gets caught up in it and is flung across the room. sheba doesn't seem to notice.)]
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[would this place allow that? probably not. they had both been named for execution, after all; this isn't an anomaly in the brig. but the one slim thread of hope sheba has here is that if one of them dies, the other might be alloewd to walk free.
more than anything, she wants it to be shouxue. she looks up at the arrows as they appear above her, and she tenses, digging her heels in to stand her ground as the arrows fall.
do not make me witness this, shouxue had said. sheba had thought doing it herself would be better than making shouxue attack her, letting her get her blood on her hands. but maybe this is how it has to be.
...
but.
at the last moment, her expression contorts into something furious, and without really thinking about it, she pivots on one foot, ducking back to avoid the arrows and dodging and weaving between them. she twirls the stave in one hand, and wind whips up around her - a tornado forms, electricity sparking within it, and she points to shouxue with the stave.
the tornado rushes toward the other girl, through the blizzard, a moment later.
(the multitool gets caught up in it and is flung across the room. sheba doesn't seem to notice.)]