[ She advances on him, follows after the wave that thrusts him back, doesn't stop to see if it knocks sense into him. With his power and his size, if he continues his attempt on her life, she will be pushed beyond the point of merely subduing him. But if she moves proactively, she might be able to make that happen without it coming to greater violence, without potentially costing herself —
Something empty hangs there. She cannot put a word on what she thinks this represents for her, only that it has value.
He is clawing at himself by the time she can get her hands on him, so this time she is the one to grapple with his wrists, pulling his arms off him. ]
Stop. [ There's something grieving and thick in the way she says it. Alarmed to the point of something sticking there in her throat. She does not know how to help him. Reassurance is beyond her ability, but she can muscle him out of turning his anger on himself. Clawing it out of himself. ] Do not succumb. Look at me.
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Something empty hangs there. She cannot put a word on what she thinks this represents for her, only that it has value.
He is clawing at himself by the time she can get her hands on him, so this time she is the one to grapple with his wrists, pulling his arms off him. ]
Stop. [ There's something grieving and thick in the way she says it. Alarmed to the point of something sticking there in her throat. She does not know how to help him. Reassurance is beyond her ability, but she can muscle him out of turning his anger on himself. Clawing it out of himself. ] Do not succumb. Look at me.