(They're not a Guardian. She's trying to breathe but it keeps getting caught in the back of her throat, making her gasp and shudder. Her shoulder aches, and she smacks it hard, with her balled up fist. It could be worse, nothing is broken. It's just a wound. Skin heals.
The battle doesn't pause around the both of them. Syen gets to her feet, shaking out her arm even though it hurts. She does not reach down to fetch the glassknife.)
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(They're not a Guardian. She's trying to breathe but it keeps getting caught in the back of her throat, making her gasp and shudder. Her shoulder aches, and she smacks it hard, with her balled up fist. It could be worse, nothing is broken. It's just a wound. Skin heals.
The battle doesn't pause around the both of them. Syen gets to her feet, shaking out her arm even though it hurts. She does not reach down to fetch the glassknife.)
I thought you were somebo– something else.