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It worked out as intended. Szesh occupying her weapon, and Heike going low and getting a firm hold on her legs. Lifting the girl and driving her toward the edge.
This, but not without injury. While the claymore had been dropped, the girl produced a knife and stabbed into Heike's back and side. Dulled pain. Oozing blood. Wounds that would not heal until she slept again. The stab in the back could prove to be a problem as the fight continued, rough physicality tearing the muscle further, maybe even to the point where it permanently hinders her ability to move.
Deal with it if it comes.
The girl's stabbings disturbed Heike's trajectory, and she ended up failing to send the girl over the edge just yet. A noted crack, weighty and sickening, as the girl's back was rammed into hard stone instead. Heike felt the girl's blood running through her claws and over the backs of her hands and down into her palms and dripping off.
Don’t..bite me..P-please..
It was no yield. No surrender. Never assume that words spoken in fear during battle constituted a yield; only a direct and clear statement of surrender would do. And even then, there were many who would seek to take advantage of a knight's honor to perhaps create an opening, an opportunity. Herr Elias Schulze spoke of this to Heike with the gravitas of a man who had seen many battles and the conclusions of many lives.
She knew what he would do here.
Heike looked up at the girl, and said, "Wasn't planning to."
And Heike exerted herself for a burst of strength and tossed the girl up and over the edge of the Tower's top floor balcony.
She looked back toward Szesh. Saw for a brief moment that he was engaged with someone else, a man armed with a warhammer, and that others were coming.
Szesh blocked sight of her with a wide opening of his wings.
Good.
Ferelith Scathach
This, but not without injury. While the claymore had been dropped, the girl produced a knife and stabbed into Heike's back and side. Dulled pain. Oozing blood. Wounds that would not heal until she slept again. The stab in the back could prove to be a problem as the fight continued, rough physicality tearing the muscle further, maybe even to the point where it permanently hinders her ability to move.
Deal with it if it comes.
The girl's stabbings disturbed Heike's trajectory, and she ended up failing to send the girl over the edge just yet. A noted crack, weighty and sickening, as the girl's back was rammed into hard stone instead. Heike felt the girl's blood running through her claws and over the backs of her hands and down into her palms and dripping off.
Don’t..bite me..P-please..
It was no yield. No surrender. Never assume that words spoken in fear during battle constituted a yield; only a direct and clear statement of surrender would do. And even then, there were many who would seek to take advantage of a knight's honor to perhaps create an opening, an opportunity. Herr Elias Schulze spoke of this to Heike with the gravitas of a man who had seen many battles and the conclusions of many lives.
She knew what he would do here.
Heike looked up at the girl, and said, "Wasn't planning to."
And Heike exerted herself for a burst of strength and tossed the girl up and over the edge of the Tower's top floor balcony.
She looked back toward Szesh. Saw for a brief moment that he was engaged with someone else, a man armed with a warhammer, and that others were coming.
Szesh blocked sight of her with a wide opening of his wings.
Good.
Ferelith Scathach