[She hits the ground with a faint cry, frustration welling up in her. Why. why was it always like this?! Everything she learned, everything she did to keep herself from getting pushed around like this by him!
And then there's a Keyblade pointed right at her throat, and she freezes, trying to think fast, trying not to panic. She's... not sure if he'll actually follow through on threats to kill her. He hadn't last time, and wasn't he supposed to feed on negativity? But at the same time, she does not want to test how far he'll go.
After a moment's hesitation, a very long one, she bows her head (though not far enough that she can't still see him), and, going against every instinct she's been raised with, dismisses her Keyblade. She's far from unarmed, but... so long as he doesn't know that, she might have enough advantage to escape sometime soon. Maybe.
She doesn't want to give up. She can't. But it's his move now and she knows it.]
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And then there's a Keyblade pointed right at her throat, and she freezes, trying to think fast, trying not to panic. She's... not sure if he'll actually follow through on threats to kill her. He hadn't last time, and wasn't he supposed to feed on negativity? But at the same time, she does not want to test how far he'll go.
After a moment's hesitation, a very long one, she bows her head (though not far enough that she can't still see him), and, going against every instinct she's been raised with, dismisses her Keyblade. She's far from unarmed, but... so long as he doesn't know that, she might have enough advantage to escape sometime soon. Maybe.
She doesn't want to give up. She can't. But it's his move now and she knows it.]