[ Yan is already starting to feel like she owes Peter a serious apology for leaving his coat behind; she'd tried to hide it in the time that she had, and she hadn't just left it in the open. But still, it's in this stranger's hands, on his back, and Yan feels a strange sense of guilt for that. ]
What's ridiculous is you still being here, arguin' with me.
[ And now, the hunter is drawing his sword. ]
You want it so badly, you come and take it.
[ And again, Yan curses her luck and her broken ankle. She'd be so much more useful if she wasn't injured, so much better in a fight—
But there's that guilt, that reminder that Peter helped her when he didn't have to. He got her out of that cage, out of the snare, and he's helping her along after sharing his food and his coat and—
Godsdamn it.
Despite her broken ankle, she can still move quietly forward, slowly. The adrenaline in her system makes it easier to ignore the pain, too, and she's able to get to the edge of the bush. With one leg curled close to her body, she coils down, readying her muscles, before she sends herself hurtling out of the bushes with enough force to reach the hunter in Peter's coat.
Before he can even react, Yan's jaws open wide, and she clamps her teeth down into his achilles tendon, effectively shredding it.
The other hunter shouts in shock, while his companion screams in agony. ]
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What's ridiculous is you still being here, arguin' with me.
[ And now, the hunter is drawing his sword. ]
You want it so badly, you come and take it.
[ And again, Yan curses her luck and her broken ankle. She'd be so much more useful if she wasn't injured, so much better in a fight—
But there's that guilt, that reminder that Peter helped her when he didn't have to. He got her out of that cage, out of the snare, and he's helping her along after sharing his food and his coat and—
Godsdamn it.
Despite her broken ankle, she can still move quietly forward, slowly. The adrenaline in her system makes it easier to ignore the pain, too, and she's able to get to the edge of the bush. With one leg curled close to her body, she coils down, readying her muscles, before she sends herself hurtling out of the bushes with enough force to reach the hunter in Peter's coat.
Before he can even react, Yan's jaws open wide, and she clamps her teeth down into his achilles tendon, effectively shredding it.
The other hunter shouts in shock, while his companion screams in agony. ]