Yang's senses pick up the intellect devourer trying to get around her while she's otherwise occupied, but fortunately Faith recovers enough in time to take care of that. Thanks, Faith. Glad you've got my ba—
The sudden image of stabbing a man, middle-aged, flabby, scared and confused, his eyes wide with fear and confusion as Yang drives a knife into his chest, hearing his final, terrified gasp as his body goes limp in her grip comes on so suddenly and violently that it causes Yang to shudder violently, tossing the dead intellect devourer away. It takes a moment for understanding to set in; it wasn't her doing those things.
It was Faith. A memory shaken loose by the act of stabbing the intellect devourer, and thanks to the telepathy, Yang saw it all. And then Faith is running, fleeing the battle and seemingly herself, and several intellect devourers follow after.
Trying to parse the memory Yang just observed, of the young woman she's come to know, like, and even admire, flippantly murdering a man, not knowing or even caring why he had to die, can come later. Right now, Faith is in full panic mode and Slayer or not, the intellect devourers will swarm her. Yang disengages from the ones in front of her, with a warning swipe of her clawed hands and a roar, hoping these things are smart enough to understand STAY AWAY before dropping to all fours and loping after the fleeing Slayer and her pursuers.
Faith, you've gotta get ahold of yourself! If you let this panic take over, you're brain monster food, okay? Don't let the fear win!
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The sudden image of stabbing a man, middle-aged, flabby, scared and confused, his eyes wide with fear and confusion as Yang drives a knife into his chest, hearing his final, terrified gasp as his body goes limp in her grip comes on so suddenly and violently that it causes Yang to shudder violently, tossing the dead intellect devourer away. It takes a moment for understanding to set in; it wasn't her doing those things.
It was Faith. A memory shaken loose by the act of stabbing the intellect devourer, and thanks to the telepathy, Yang saw it all. And then Faith is running, fleeing the battle and seemingly herself, and several intellect devourers follow after.
Trying to parse the memory Yang just observed, of the young woman she's come to know, like, and even admire, flippantly murdering a man, not knowing or even caring why he had to die, can come later. Right now, Faith is in full panic mode and Slayer or not, the intellect devourers will swarm her. Yang disengages from the ones in front of her, with a warning swipe of her clawed hands and a roar, hoping these things are smart enough to understand STAY AWAY before dropping to all fours and loping after the fleeing Slayer and her pursuers.
Faith, you've gotta get ahold of yourself! If you let this panic take over, you're brain monster food, okay? Don't let the fear win!