[it isn't nice at all, and she only manages to grab it because she hears him move, fumbling it in her hands and nearly having it cut her thigh. it's heavy, heavier than what she's used to, and Helena uses it to help her stand. she doesn't like sharp things, and her heart wants to pull itself out of her chest. please, please work. work, or her own cane will need to be snatched up, and she'll have to pray she figures out the quickest way down to the outside, to go lose him in the woods.
bloodlust is such a palpable thing, really.
raising it up as high as she can manage, Helena puts all her weight into bringing it down, and slams the end into the floor.
it's not an elegant thing, she nearly falls when she finishes from the unfamiliar balance of it, but it works. the same radiating sound, the perception, the sound that targets Dito directly to incapacitate him for the next ten seconds. ringing in his ears, unsettling and unsteady, ruining balance and coordination, and Helena doesn't know if he'll decide to kill her for it regardless.]
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bloodlust is such a palpable thing, really.
raising it up as high as she can manage, Helena puts all her weight into bringing it down, and slams the end into the floor.
it's not an elegant thing, she nearly falls when she finishes from the unfamiliar balance of it, but it works. the same radiating sound, the perception, the sound that targets Dito directly to incapacitate him for the next ten seconds. ringing in his ears, unsettling and unsteady, ruining balance and coordination, and Helena doesn't know if he'll decide to kill her for it regardless.]