[hers is a familiar face, but the look on it, less so-- and he can see the same thing she knows, quickly enough. those shoes won't let her move fast enough. the thing chasing her is too quick. and he may not know if it's tangible, if he can best it even if it is, but he knows he can fight. he knows that along with the costume he'd decided on, there's a wooden sword at his side, not a real weapon but hopefully enough to manage.
'in the end, the hope that anyone will live on thanks to me is...'
no. he'd been wrong, back then.
netzach isn't the fastest, but he has just enough experience to manage a burst of speed as he hurries toward her, toward her pursuer, that length of carved wood gripped firm in his hands as he shoves himself between the two of them and braces himself to try to block it.]
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[hers is a familiar face, but the look on it, less so-- and he can see the same thing she knows, quickly enough. those shoes won't let her move fast enough. the thing chasing her is too quick. and he may not know if it's tangible, if he can best it even if it is, but he knows he can fight. he knows that along with the costume he'd decided on, there's a wooden sword at his side, not a real weapon but hopefully enough to manage.
'in the end, the hope that anyone will live on thanks to me is...'
no. he'd been wrong, back then.
netzach isn't the fastest, but he has just enough experience to manage a burst of speed as he hurries toward her, toward her pursuer, that length of carved wood gripped firm in his hands as he shoves himself between the two of them and braces himself to try to block it.]