She brings the Scythe off her back, bringing it around into the path of the creature.
It's the bracelets that betray her. They're of a different work and shape, but in this moment of practiced movement they feel the same. The Sycthe smashes into it flat-first as she spins, slamming it into and through the door with a most satisfying crash. . .
. . . but its claw tore through the skin at her elbow, the bracelets the wrong shape and thickness to protect at that angle.
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Date: 2007-10-24 05:36 am (UTC)She brings the Scythe off her back, bringing it around into the path of the creature.
It's the bracelets that betray her. They're of a different work and shape, but in this moment of practiced movement they feel the same. The Sycthe smashes into it flat-first as she spins, slamming it into and through the door with a most satisfying crash. . .
. . . but its claw tore through the skin at her elbow, the bracelets the wrong shape and thickness to protect at that angle.