Kate pushes herself up, gritting her teeth against the pain. Goddamn, that — that was her good hat.
Everything is a haze of magic around this mortal woman. There's one 'cursed' gun at the small of her back. Another, forged by a god, in her hand. But she holsters it. She starts forward with hellfire in her eyes, jaw set, moving right on past Felix and Varric. Maybe it's foolishness, or maybe it's the anklet at work, but she's just about had enough of this.
Pulling her Bowie knife from her hip, she makes a run for the Dullahan as soon as the purple haze clears. It didn't much seem to like it when she shot at its armpit, so that's her goal. If it swings that sword or casts another spell, all the better. She's unencumbered and lithe, and all she needs is for it to give her one opening.
(And then she'll pray to God she's quick enough to outrun the repercussions.)
"Hope y'ain't ticklish," she grunts, swinging with all of her might.
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Date: 2012-01-28 06:08 am (UTC)Everything is a haze of magic around this mortal woman. There's one 'cursed' gun at the small of her back. Another, forged by a god, in her hand. But she holsters it. She starts forward with hellfire in her eyes, jaw set, moving right on past Felix and Varric. Maybe it's foolishness, or maybe it's the anklet at work, but she's just about had enough of this.
Pulling her Bowie knife from her hip, she makes a run for the Dullahan as soon as the purple haze clears. It didn't much seem to like it when she shot at its armpit, so that's her goal. If it swings that sword or casts another spell, all the better. She's unencumbered and lithe, and all she needs is for it to give her one opening.
(And then she'll pray to God she's quick enough to outrun the repercussions.)
"Hope y'ain't ticklish," she grunts, swinging with all of her might.