She bolted the same moment Peter did, dropping the shield, keeping her eyes on their foe. She came to a stop near the edge of the roof, feet spread and fists clenched, ready to call her shield again to defend Peter.
She's honestly surprised it chose to go after her, but relieved. She hated seeing that look on his face, knowing that this thing had torn open every raw wound that he still bore. It made him cry. She couldn't easily forgive it for that.
True to her word, she snapped up her shield, and not a moment too soon. She slammed her palms forward to strengthen the barrier with her will. The hollow was strong, and its spiritual pressure made her feel weak in the knees. But she stayed upright and pushed back, perspiration beading on her brow as her breath came out in short, misty puffs.
"If you're really his uncle, prove it! Because I don't believe someone he loved that much would be trying this hard to hurt him!" she shouted, to keep its attention focused while Peter took his shot.
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She's honestly surprised it chose to go after her, but relieved. She hated seeing that look on his face, knowing that this thing had torn open every raw wound that he still bore. It made him cry. She couldn't easily forgive it for that.
True to her word, she snapped up her shield, and not a moment too soon. She slammed her palms forward to strengthen the barrier with her will. The hollow was strong, and its spiritual pressure made her feel weak in the knees. But she stayed upright and pushed back, perspiration beading on her brow as her breath came out in short, misty puffs.
"If you're really his uncle, prove it! Because I don't believe someone he loved that much would be trying this hard to hurt him!" she shouted, to keep its attention focused while Peter took his shot.