09-08-2018, 03:01 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]He resisted, of course. All prey, if not felled in a single strike, would resist.
Caught up in the moment, Riza paid barely any mind to the pain erupting in her foreleg. She had felt worse pain, both physical and mental, than a few scratches to the limbs. He tried to scream, to protest that he hadn't killed anyone. Of course he would- a traitor would say anything to save their own skin- but Thea had spotted a chestnut-and-cream cat with a metal leg. Who else would that be referring to?
She almost felt dizzy, as though the blood in her veins was being forcibly shifted around. Was that his work? Perhaps he had some level of knowledge on alchemy; though she did not know of any means to manipulate another person's blood, that didn't mean it wasn't possible.
Unaware that she was beginning to hyperventilate, she struggled to maintain her grip on the culprit's throat. Regardless of what he would do to save himself, she would not let him get away with this unpunished. Regardless of the others' yelling, of the tail that smacked into her face, of the traitor's terrified gasps for air, of the strength swiftly leaving her body, she couldn't give up.
"You're going to kill me!"
She could kill him. This was not like her encounter with Lust, where she emptied three guns into the opponent's vital organs to absolutely no effect. This would not end with her screaming, begging her comrades to go, accepting that the best thing that she could do now was die. This would end in a victory, hollow and pointless as it was, because that was what she had promised Roy.
She had promised she would never give up like that again.
"It's your word against my clanmate's," she mouthed to Bucky, even as every inch of her body trembled from a conscious effort not to give out. The corners of her vision were darkening, her rational thought grasping helplessly at nothing. All she had to cling to was a promise, that she had made to the man she loved.
"She says you murdered my husband, and I believe her."
Despite her best efforts, her limbs gave way, and she crashed to the ground. The arguments overhead slowly faded into nothing as she attempted to get back up, to no avail. Even without the outside force holding her down, her entire body was leaden with what she could only assume was the side effects of abnormal blood pressure.
Despite going in with a clear advantage, she had lost.
Everything went dark.
Caught up in the moment, Riza paid barely any mind to the pain erupting in her foreleg. She had felt worse pain, both physical and mental, than a few scratches to the limbs. He tried to scream, to protest that he hadn't killed anyone. Of course he would- a traitor would say anything to save their own skin- but Thea had spotted a chestnut-and-cream cat with a metal leg. Who else would that be referring to?
She almost felt dizzy, as though the blood in her veins was being forcibly shifted around. Was that his work? Perhaps he had some level of knowledge on alchemy; though she did not know of any means to manipulate another person's blood, that didn't mean it wasn't possible.
Unaware that she was beginning to hyperventilate, she struggled to maintain her grip on the culprit's throat. Regardless of what he would do to save himself, she would not let him get away with this unpunished. Regardless of the others' yelling, of the tail that smacked into her face, of the traitor's terrified gasps for air, of the strength swiftly leaving her body, she couldn't give up.
"You're going to kill me!"
She could kill him. This was not like her encounter with Lust, where she emptied three guns into the opponent's vital organs to absolutely no effect. This would not end with her screaming, begging her comrades to go, accepting that the best thing that she could do now was die. This would end in a victory, hollow and pointless as it was, because that was what she had promised Roy.
She had promised she would never give up like that again.
"It's your word against my clanmate's," she mouthed to Bucky, even as every inch of her body trembled from a conscious effort not to give out. The corners of her vision were darkening, her rational thought grasping helplessly at nothing. All she had to cling to was a promise, that she had made to the man she loved.
"She says you murdered my husband, and I believe her."
Despite her best efforts, her limbs gave way, and she crashed to the ground. The arguments overhead slowly faded into nothing as she attempted to get back up, to no avail. Even without the outside force holding her down, her entire body was leaden with what she could only assume was the side effects of abnormal blood pressure.
Despite going in with a clear advantage, she had lost.
Everything went dark.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo