"Then I best get to work." She's confident. Effortless. She runs in and gets it a solid kick right in the midsection and--
Discovers that, in fact, she does not have this. That she swiftly ends up tossed, through a wild swing, into the crowd of mesmerized prey. It shall deal with her later, it seems.
She feels her heartbeat as it swings wildly at shadows of herself. And regardless of that touch of fear, regardless of that pain, she's picking herself up. She's realizing the state these people are in.
And the pain, and fear, are slowly replaced with determination. Whatever it takes...
Her voice echoes, past and present. I shall walk this burning path!
There is, suddenly, something in her fist. A tiny star, which shines.
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Discovers that, in fact, she does not have this. That she swiftly ends up tossed, through a wild swing, into the crowd of mesmerized prey. It shall deal with her later, it seems.
She feels her heartbeat as it swings wildly at shadows of herself. And regardless of that touch of fear, regardless of that pain, she's picking herself up. She's realizing the state these people are in.
And the pain, and fear, are slowly replaced with determination. Whatever it takes...
Her voice echoes, past and present. I shall walk this burning path!
There is, suddenly, something in her fist. A tiny star, which shines.