Flesh, wet, disgusting flesh, slimed and pulped by his movements, smeared all over her, oozing revolting fluids all over her from goodness knows what kind of torn cappillaries and tubes and glands-
(And somewhere far away, beside the bridge, limbs shatter and drop off of the left behind tower of Metody, and shatter again when they hit the snow. That part of her stirs, briefly poking through the shards, then settles again, waiting for wolves.)
- she stretches and arches, ripping herself free of the wolves, and then buzzes, shaking rapidly to shed the clinging flecks of flesh and blood. She trots towards Jason, and if he is very lucky, he will glance away at the approaching sword wounded wolf in the moment when she cracks open the brain cases and ejects the scrambled contents.
Well. So she can throw when she really needs to. She doesn't feel any better, though, especially since the bleeding wolf is circling around her steed-bulk to get at Jason, and - and - and that makes her really mad, really mad, honestly mad and not scared or sick or close to crying, really truly mad, really -
All of Metody leaps at once, the new claimed wolves and the steed self too, exploding into teeth and converging on the wolf. Screw the bones, she'll just blend this one instead.
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(And somewhere far away, beside the bridge, limbs shatter and drop off of the left behind tower of Metody, and shatter again when they hit the snow. That part of her stirs, briefly poking through the shards, then settles again, waiting for wolves.)
- she stretches and arches, ripping herself free of the wolves, and then buzzes, shaking rapidly to shed the clinging flecks of flesh and blood. She trots towards Jason, and if he is very lucky, he will glance away at the approaching sword wounded wolf in the moment when she cracks open the brain cases and ejects the scrambled contents.
Well. So she can throw when she really needs to. She doesn't feel any better, though, especially since the bleeding wolf is circling around her steed-bulk to get at Jason, and - and - and that makes her really mad, really mad, honestly mad and not scared or sick or close to crying, really truly mad, really -
All of Metody leaps at once, the new claimed wolves and the steed self too, exploding into teeth and converging on the wolf. Screw the bones, she'll just blend this one instead.