Illya, what — [ are you doing! the words still in her throat as the other girl runs to her side, and on instinct alone, daisy pulls them with her to crouch behind the half-wall of the stairs. it'll provide cover from any prying eyes, but more importantly, it'll protect them from any bullets should they start flying.
this isn't an easy fight. it might be short-lived, but the sharp snapping sound of gun against bone sounds eerily like the sound she'd heard before as the rifle had crossed her face — only this time, it's louder, softer. the splash of red that floods through the bandages tells her it's worse, and though he doesn't cry out, she can see the set in his jaw clear as day.
when the soldier goes down, legs collapsing in sickly unnatural angles, daisy rushes forward. the girls drag behind, their little legs struggling to keep up, but she can't wait — she has to see for herself exactly what the damage is. when she catches up to him, nerves send bile into her throat, bitter and painful. ]
Don't do that! [ sharp, though not angry. concern laces in each syllable, high-pitched and frightened. ] He could have killed you! You can't just — rush out there alone like that, it's basic training, it's...
[ stupid. so stupid. so reckless and headstrong and dumb and... exactly what daisy would have done if the situations were reversed. if she'd had the power to do what he did, she would have too. if she could have quaked the man's skull in, she would have. but she doesn't, so she didn't. ]
Don't do that.
[ reiterated softly, fear coloring the edges; to the girls, now cowering behind her from the sight of a soldier now clearly knocked out if not dead altogether, daisy turns, redirects their eyes towards the road heading west. a moment of pause allows her to send a message, mark the map; she leaves a pin in place to mark the felled soldier in case someone has opportunity and time to recover the body for investigations, and another to signal their imminent arrival to the nearest safehouse.
her free hands are now taken up by children, but her eyes glance up to his all the same as they walk. ]
It's not far from here. Just a few blocks. Like walking to the park, okay?
[ for their benefit, not for her own. each block requires heightened vigilance; another confrontation could be waiting for them on any street corner without warning. they have to be prepared. ]
no subject
this isn't an easy fight. it might be short-lived, but the sharp snapping sound of gun against bone sounds eerily like the sound she'd heard before as the rifle had crossed her face — only this time, it's louder, softer. the splash of red that floods through the bandages tells her it's worse, and though he doesn't cry out, she can see the set in his jaw clear as day.
when the soldier goes down, legs collapsing in sickly unnatural angles, daisy rushes forward. the girls drag behind, their little legs struggling to keep up, but she can't wait — she has to see for herself exactly what the damage is. when she catches up to him, nerves send bile into her throat, bitter and painful. ]
Don't do that! [ sharp, though not angry. concern laces in each syllable, high-pitched and frightened. ] He could have killed you! You can't just — rush out there alone like that, it's basic training, it's...
[ stupid. so stupid. so reckless and headstrong and dumb and... exactly what daisy would have done if the situations were reversed. if she'd had the power to do what he did, she would have too. if she could have quaked the man's skull in, she would have. but she doesn't, so she didn't. ]
Don't do that.
[ reiterated softly, fear coloring the edges; to the girls, now cowering behind her from the sight of a soldier now clearly knocked out if not dead altogether, daisy turns, redirects their eyes towards the road heading west. a moment of pause allows her to send a message, mark the map; she leaves a pin in place to mark the felled soldier in case someone has opportunity and time to recover the body for investigations, and another to signal their imminent arrival to the nearest safehouse.
her free hands are now taken up by children, but her eyes glance up to his all the same as they walk. ]
It's not far from here. Just a few blocks. Like walking to the park, okay?
[ for their benefit, not for her own. each block requires heightened vigilance; another confrontation could be waiting for them on any street corner without warning. they have to be prepared. ]