[the blow strikes, and it's long held reflex to tense her muscles and absorb some of it. still hurts, but not going to flatten her. Natsuno's voice reaches her, and there's still the pointed parts of the quill left, still something there to rip and tear with. the buttons - it would make sense, wouldn't it? with Malin's own eye gone.
it's her body between Natsuno and Valdis and this threat. Fever had told him to back up. now she'll have to make him.
it's a simple, wordless cry as she takes the clarity of pain and uses it, launching herself forward at the tall man. one hand holds the burnt remains of the quill, trying to pry under the button on one eye, while the other gets just the inelegant version of her fingernails trying to latch on and pull. it hurts, with burnt hands, but it spurs her on.]
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it's her body between Natsuno and Valdis and this threat. Fever had told him to back up. now she'll have to make him.
it's a simple, wordless cry as she takes the clarity of pain and uses it, launching herself forward at the tall man. one hand holds the burnt remains of the quill, trying to pry under the button on one eye, while the other gets just the inelegant version of her fingernails trying to latch on and pull. it hurts, with burnt hands, but it spurs her on.]