cyansoldier: (worried)
cyansoldier ([personal profile] cyansoldier) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs 2025-04-27 08:36 pm (UTC)

Now you've really got to be kidding.

CT marches in full-attention, a perfect soldier of Efrain's assembly to be engulfed backstage. There's no snapping the cords that pull her, Carolina knows this, but that doesn't mean she can't try. Everything is fallible. If she moves quickly, works hard enough, then maybe, maybe

She tears her arm free from one shade's grasp, and with the motion severs its limb clean from the body. Its jaw gapes in a silent, agonized groan. Her arm burns where it touches her.

Pivoting, she turns and sees—

A broom handle coming straight for her face.

They're resourceful, that's for sure.

Crack!— wood to forehead. It snaps in two. Carolina growls, properly infuriated and lunges for a piece. Tries, tries to see past the stars in her eyes, enough to stab splintered wood through the thing's jugular. Again in the face— if you can call it that.

It drops like heavy cloth, then begins to reconstitute itself.

She rushes Connecticut and tries to block her path.

"You don't have to do this."


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