[Was that a blush? Flattering, really, but it was far too late for flattery. It still earned Chloe a smile, unstable and clearly twisted as it was. If she'd been in the market for a black romance, perhaps, but now wasn't the time or the place.
As it stood, now? Only death awaited. Slowly, if the troll had her way. She twisted her trident, intent on fully disabling the hand that held that knife. Cutting it off wasn't an option with her weapon, but she could damage muscles and nerves and blood vessels, cutting them off, making it hurt.
Oh, and wasn't that so cute? A counterattack? Feferi kicked out at that hand slashing forward with the knife. The blade caught her leg, sending tyrian blood running down and pooling at her feet, but it was a flesh wound. No big loss.
As for that kick, she still had a grip on her trident. Keeping her off-balance would be a lot harder when she still had that in hand; she pulled it out and slashed forward with it, attempting to skewer it.]
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As it stood, now? Only death awaited. Slowly, if the troll had her way. She twisted her trident, intent on fully disabling the hand that held that knife. Cutting it off wasn't an option with her weapon, but she could damage muscles and nerves and blood vessels, cutting them off, making it hurt.
Oh, and wasn't that so cute? A counterattack? Feferi kicked out at that hand slashing forward with the knife. The blade caught her leg, sending tyrian blood running down and pooling at her feet, but it was a flesh wound. No big loss.
As for that kick, she still had a grip on her trident. Keeping her off-balance would be a lot harder when she still had that in hand; she pulled it out and slashed forward with it, attempting to skewer it.]