( she's had quite enough of this thing, thank you very much. the troll is pushed into the nearest other one with a grunt and a flare of magic which pulses through her veins like adrenaline.
nice. the energy gives her that extra push to follow up the collision with her own knife, ignoring Nero's shit talking in favour of aiming strikes at the troll, who's pushed the dazed and bleeding hunk of its friend (? she doesn't know what these things consider each other) to the floor to try and swing its club once more.
her blade finds its wrist and slices, the pain distraction enough for her to get in closer and aim a kick at its kneecaps. or what she assumes is its kneecaps, anyway. )
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nice. the energy gives her that extra push to follow up the collision with her own knife, ignoring Nero's shit talking in favour of aiming strikes at the troll, who's pushed the dazed and bleeding hunk of its friend (? she doesn't know what these things consider each other) to the floor to try and swing its club once more.
her blade finds its wrist and slices, the pain distraction enough for her to get in closer and aim a kick at its kneecaps. or what she assumes is its kneecaps, anyway. )