you stand there shaking by your pew

Sparrow · 06-17-2012, 07:17 PM

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why are you so scared?
you stand there shaking by your pew, the icons are whispering to you

Word Count → 452 :: it makes sense to me. and, we can always assume he had a back up. Big Grin and, I tried to make the last bit as vague as possible, since this doesn't have a M tag. ouo''

The close proximity and her limited line of sight confused and frightened Sparrow, but she did see glimpses of what was going on; she saw Ataxia trying to attack from a lower angle, hearing her vain attempts from her whines, and Vesper also in the mix, flashing her hands over the wolf’s face and at one time also wresting with the weapon’s wrist. When she felt the point aim away from her, she released herself from the tangle, stumbling as she whipped around with wide eyes.

She saw her sister again held by the monster by his arms this time, and tensed as she prepared herself to leap at the man; what she would do then, she did not know anything besides to rip and tear at whatever she could touch. But, it was not necessary. With strength she never saw performed by her sibling before, she threw the man clean over her and onto the ground, leaving Sparrow stunned for a moment. But, the shock cleared, and she was at her side immediately, murmuring and stuttering about her bleeding shoulder and arm.

Her yellow eyes tore away only when she heard the venomous voice again, and followed Vesper’s gaze to the young girl. She was snarling over the man’s body, and for once, Sparrow felt like the horrible words were deserved to be spoken. She, like Ataxia, had assumed that once the giant fell, it was over, victory was theirs to gloat. He was good as dead.

She saw the slight of his hand, and it took her a moment to register what was going on. It was not until she saw the silver before it dawned on her that they were not done. She had tried to warn the girl, but her voice was drowned out by the man’s own screams. She had made a start for them, but it was too late as he made the first strike, quick like the lunge of a snake as the knife sunk into her flank.

Sparrow did not remember hearing the girl’s cry, but she must have, since it triggered the same anger she had felt earlier. She grabbed at his arm with her entire being, saddling on top of his elbow while both of her hands grasped at his forearm.

“You bastard,” she growled, her once soft voice flamed with hellfire as she tore at his limb, “You bastard!” Claws tore at his flesh, his hand, knocking the red knife away, and did not know if the girl had moved away, but she did not stop in any case. All her attention and focus was on destroying his arm until it was completely dead weight. She intended for him to suffer.

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