[It's dogged, the determination with which the shadow approaches, that of a hunter who knows they only have to keep going. Eventually, the prey will get tired. They can't keep going like you can.
This one, for example, won't go for much longer.
Lowering the gun as she closes the gap, an orange blade, thin, opaque and seeming to coalesce out of nothing, seems to sprout from her wrist, extending out over her hand. No need to distance games, here.
There's not a word spoken, no change in demeanor, expression. Just a grim march, neither satisfied nor unsatisfied with her current trajectory — a lunge straight to the heart.]
wegh
This one, for example, won't go for much longer.
Lowering the gun as she closes the gap, an orange blade, thin, opaque and seeming to coalesce out of nothing, seems to sprout from her wrist, extending out over her hand. No need to distance games, here.
There's not a word spoken, no change in demeanor, expression. Just a grim march, neither satisfied nor unsatisfied with her current trajectory — a lunge straight to the heart.]