[All of her focus is on the suits ahead of her--because if she lets her attention waver, somethings tells her she will fail. And Diana is done failing the people she's supposed to protect.
Her arms are heavy, her chest burns. But she refuses to give up. She is Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Queen Hippolyta and Zeus, King of the Gods. She should be strong enough to do this. In the back of her mind, she hears a familiar voice; Antiope's, she thinks. It tells her to go on, to push herself. That she's stronger than she thinks, even now.
So great is her concentration that she doesn't notice someone behind her until she feels arms wrapping around her. Diana's head whips around, her hair floating in an ethereal halo around her head. She sees a familiar helmet, and she opens her mouth to ask Shiro what he's doing, why he's interrupted her.
This is a mistake.
She feels her throat dry up, and everything becomes entirely blurry instead of just mildly so. She tries to gasp, but nothing comes out or goes in. She feels the muscles in her arms convulse as she tries to keep her grip on the lasso; the rope, as if sensing her physical distress, loses its grip on the pole and falls from its place, floating slack in the airless chamber.]
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Her arms are heavy, her chest burns. But she refuses to give up. She is Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Queen Hippolyta and Zeus, King of the Gods. She should be strong enough to do this. In the back of her mind, she hears a familiar voice; Antiope's, she thinks. It tells her to go on, to push herself. That she's stronger than she thinks, even now.
So great is her concentration that she doesn't notice someone behind her until she feels arms wrapping around her. Diana's head whips around, her hair floating in an ethereal halo around her head. She sees a familiar helmet, and she opens her mouth to ask Shiro what he's doing, why he's interrupted her.
This is a mistake.
She feels her throat dry up, and everything becomes entirely blurry instead of just mildly so. She tries to gasp, but nothing comes out or goes in. She feels the muscles in her arms convulse as she tries to keep her grip on the lasso; the rope, as if sensing her physical distress, loses its grip on the pole and falls from its place, floating slack in the airless chamber.]