[Hands. What are those hands? Those aren't Malik's hands. Who's getting in her way?!
Eleanor whips her head around, her eyes showing nothing but bloodlust for that moment before they lock on Harriet's. The sight of the smaller girl restarts the intelligent part of Eleanor's brain, forcing actual thought sluggishly through her.]
Harriet?
[Her hands feel... strange. Eleanor looks... and feels bile burn in her throat. Without thinking, she rips the sword backwards, dropping it to the ground and backing away as quickly as she can.
At least until she trips over her own feet and goes to the ground... then she rolls over and starts retching onto the grass.]
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Eleanor whips her head around, her eyes showing nothing but bloodlust for that moment before they lock on Harriet's. The sight of the smaller girl restarts the intelligent part of Eleanor's brain, forcing actual thought sluggishly through her.]
Harriet?
[Her hands feel... strange. Eleanor looks... and feels bile burn in her throat. Without thinking, she rips the sword backwards, dropping it to the ground and backing away as quickly as she can.
At least until she trips over her own feet and goes to the ground... then she rolls over and starts retching onto the grass.]