She's crying. With terror, and sick self-loathing, and furious anger. And the tears are blurring her eyes, but that doesn't stop her from bringing her hands together sharply as Jordie swings the axe –-
-- and stopping the blade, catching the flat of it between her palms, the blow meant to split her skull arrested in midair.
Jordie stares in brief shock, and Beth twists her wrists and jerks the weapon out of her hands, hurls it aside with a convulsive shudder. "Get out of here," she says unsteadily. "Take your, your gang and get out of here. Leave us alo --"
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Date: 2009-05-10 06:29 pm (UTC)-- and stopping the blade, catching the flat of it between her palms, the blow meant to split her skull arrested in midair.
Jordie stares in brief shock, and Beth twists her wrists and jerks the weapon out of her hands, hurls it aside with a convulsive shudder. "Get out of here," she says unsteadily. "Take your, your gang and get out of here. Leave us alo --"