It does help a little, but mostly it just makes the shame sting more. She should be better than this. She should be the one fighting.
She tries, at least. As one of the intellect devourers flanks around to try and get at Yang's back, she lunges forward, driving her knife into the brainlike center mass-
"Sorry, friend. Boss wants ya dead." "Why?" "Y'know, I never thought to ask." The middle-aged professor's face switches from horror to pain as she drives her knife into his stomach, his life fleeing his body with an undignified groan-
The knife, still buried in the now-dead monster to the hilt, slips from her grasp. She stumbles back, staring down at her hand. She tells herself that it's not blood, that it's not human, but it doesn't help.
Finally, the blind panic wins out- she turns on her heel and sprints, and several of the intellect devourers follow suit.
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It does help a little, but mostly it just makes the shame sting more. She should be better than this. She should be the one fighting.
She tries, at least. As one of the intellect devourers flanks around to try and get at Yang's back, she lunges forward, driving her knife into the brainlike center mass-
"Sorry, friend. Boss wants ya dead."
"Why?"
"Y'know, I never thought to ask."
The middle-aged professor's face switches from horror to pain as she drives her knife into his stomach, his life fleeing his body with an undignified groan-
The knife, still buried in the now-dead monster to the hilt, slips from her grasp. She stumbles back, staring down at her hand. She tells herself that it's not blood, that it's not human, but it doesn't help.
Finally, the blind panic wins out- she turns on her heel and sprints, and several of the intellect devourers follow suit.