The mimic slams into Nana. Nana might be tall, but she is slim and doesn't weight a terrible lot. The weight of the mimic slams her into the ground hard enough for there to be a loud thud -- that's the back of her head smashing into the dirt. She is dazed for a moment, until she sees the mimic's teeth about to clamp down. Instinct and training take over, then.
Nana dropped her right-handed sword. She still has the wakizashi in her left hand -- and she stabs it forward, burying it into the flesh of the mimic's mouth, but not without cost. Its canine shreds through the white fabric of her coat's sleeve and then into the muscle of her bicep, blood welling instantly and staining the whole coat.
"GYAAH!" she screams, twisting the weapon -- and then yanking her hand out, leaving her sword buried in the mimic's mouth. She kicks the mimic away from her, with both feet, and springs to a stand.
Her head ringing, Nana turns and runs. She scoops up the katana in one hand, before she ducks low. Nana leaps and tackles Yuya away from the phoenix and the golem alike, rolling over the ground a few times with him.
She comes up, kneeling, and with the katana buried into the ground.
She looks up, desperately, at the golem. It's with an afterthought that she makes a faux stone tower -- wood painted grey, really -- rise underneath the mimic she left her wakizashi in. Her left arm hangs at her side, limply; two deep gashes run where teeth bit in, and she tries to ignore how much it hurts -- or how she's left a bloody streak across the ground.
no subject
Nana dropped her right-handed sword. She still has the wakizashi in her left hand -- and she stabs it forward, burying it into the flesh of the mimic's mouth, but not without cost. Its canine shreds through the white fabric of her coat's sleeve and then into the muscle of her bicep, blood welling instantly and staining the whole coat.
"GYAAH!" she screams, twisting the weapon -- and then yanking her hand out, leaving her sword buried in the mimic's mouth. She kicks the mimic away from her, with both feet, and springs to a stand.
Her head ringing, Nana turns and runs. She scoops up the katana in one hand, before she ducks low. Nana leaps and tackles Yuya away from the phoenix and the golem alike, rolling over the ground a few times with him.
She comes up, kneeling, and with the katana buried into the ground.
She looks up, desperately, at the golem. It's with an afterthought that she makes a faux stone tower -- wood painted grey, really -- rise underneath the mimic she left her wakizashi in. Her left arm hangs at her side, limply; two deep gashes run where teeth bit in, and she tries to ignore how much it hurts -- or how she's left a bloody streak across the ground.