No one notes the incongruity of the Quebecois curse growled from animal jaws because GG's drowned out by the noise around her, the sudden surge -- forwards, inwards, outwards, the sudden movement -- catching her in its tide. She is slammed into the present, paws scrabbling on the earth below as she runs on four legs, for a moment simply moving without any destination in mind. It just seems important that she should not be the only thing in the Arena left immobile.
The Militia have opened fire. A man screams as she bats him to one side before he realises that she's pushed him out of the trajectory of the bullets, one of which nicks her on its way. The wound, without the burn of silver to keep it open, seals over swiftly. She howls all the same.
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No one notes the incongruity of the Quebecois curse growled from animal jaws because GG's drowned out by the noise around her, the sudden surge -- forwards, inwards, outwards, the sudden movement -- catching her in its tide. She is slammed into the present, paws scrabbling on the earth below as she runs on four legs, for a moment simply moving without any destination in mind. It just seems important that she should not be the only thing in the Arena left immobile.
The Militia have opened fire. A man screams as she bats him to one side before he realises that she's pushed him out of the trajectory of the bullets, one of which nicks her on its way. The wound, without the burn of silver to keep it open, seals over swiftly. She howls all the same.