Listen to you? [ 'Cause Clarisse listens to very, very few people, and she's not eager to make a murderer from across enemy lines one of them.
She's lost her spear, but no matter. She has the knife, still, and even though the woman she's fighting has a fucking axe, it's not enough to make Clarisse seriously concerned about the situation yet. She's still got the upper ground here. She drew first blood, and second, and third. She could do this all day. She could—
She goes in again with the knife, and her hand touches skin that feels like it's on fire. The suddenness of it takes her by surprise and she has an abrupt and karmic realization of what it must have been like for the other woman to grab her spear a minute ago. She jolts back with a yell of pain, nearly loses her grip on the knife, and stares at the large red welt already rising on the back of her hand. ]
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Listen to you? [ 'Cause Clarisse listens to very, very few people, and she's not eager to make a murderer from across enemy lines one of them.
She's lost her spear, but no matter. She has the knife, still, and even though the woman she's fighting has a fucking axe, it's not enough to make Clarisse seriously concerned about the situation yet. She's still got the upper ground here. She drew first blood, and second, and third. She could do this all day. She could—
She goes in again with the knife, and her hand touches skin that feels like it's on fire. The suddenness of it takes her by surprise and she has an abrupt and karmic realization of what it must have been like for the other woman to grab her spear a minute ago. She jolts back with a yell of pain, nearly loses her grip on the knife, and stares at the large red welt already rising on the back of her hand. ]