[She leans her head away as the Keyblade looms closer to her neck, every muscle taught with anxiety and the desire to do something. She's tempted to see if there's some way to hook a leg around one of his feet and trip him up when suddenly the light pressure against her neck is gone.
She blinks up at him for half a second, letting out a breath she'd been unconsciously holding, before scrabbling backward and flipping over onto her knees, up onto her feet and into a sprint as fast as she can. Maybe exposing her back is not the wisest course of action but she wants out of there fast and she's not trusting him to not change his mind.]
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She blinks up at him for half a second, letting out a breath she'd been unconsciously holding, before scrabbling backward and flipping over onto her knees, up onto her feet and into a sprint as fast as she can. Maybe exposing her back is not the wisest course of action but she wants out of there fast and she's not trusting him to not change his mind.]