CUMBERSOME AND HEAVY BODY && Attack

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢, t̶h̨e̵ ҉ty͝p̵ho͞on͞ | medic —

She'd been right.  There.  Unpopular decision.  Whatever.  She didn't know why her heart deflated.  But anger quickly replaced the disappointment.  She bottled it, head flashing up towards Torren at the sound of his voice.  Ever the calm and formal.  Honestly, he threw her off, enough so she never saw Beck coming.  Then again, he was like her in many ways.  Of course, she didn't see him coming.  Invisibility.  Intangibility.  The fact he ought to be resting.

Even when he reappeared.  But she's close to the unconscious Pittian when it happens, enough to scramble back in shock and surprise when her former team-mate arrived on scene with only violent intent.  Her tongue touches the roof of her mouth but she fumbles on any sort of noise.  Unable to fully register what was happening, only that it was.

No, no, no.  Ņo̴͏b̀͟o͘͘d̷̨y ͝h̶҉͝a̵͟ś̸͘ ̡t̸o di͜͠e͏̶͏.̴̢͠  It's enough to bring her down, slumping against the nearby Torren.  The cracking sound echoes likes a steady drum in her mind.  She feels ill, her stomach all kinds of twisted.  Cold.  Dizzy.  Ņo̴͏b̀͟o͘͘d̷̨y ͝h̶҉͝a̵͟ś̸͘ ̡t̸o di͜͠e͏̶͏.̴̢͠

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —