[It all happens very quickly. One moment they're wrestling one of those bat things into a makeshift net, and the next, one of its talons darts out, slicing her arm to ribbons. It's one of those too neat wounds, those ones you don't notice until you spot the blood dripping down, making neat dots on the white of the linoleum.]
Shit.
[Kyna yanks back, cradling her arm against her chest protectively. For a second, she wants to blame it on her jacket—it's not like the one she has back home, not thick leather enchanted to glance off blows like this—but deep down, she knows that isn't it. She's distracted in that way she'd give anyone else shit for, distracted by Ian and William and that stupid fight.
And still distracted, too, when Ian and William wrestle the bat all the way into their little trap. She's paying so little attention that she doesn't realize Ian is grabbing her until he scoops her up and suddenly they're off. She lets out a surprised, offended squeak, struggling to put pressure on her arm even though the blood is making the fake leather too slick to get much purchase.]
ian
Shit.
[Kyna yanks back, cradling her arm against her chest protectively. For a second, she wants to blame it on her jacket—it's not like the one she has back home, not thick leather enchanted to glance off blows like this—but deep down, she knows that isn't it. She's distracted in that way she'd give anyone else shit for, distracted by Ian and William and that stupid fight.
And still distracted, too, when Ian and William wrestle the bat all the way into their little trap. She's paying so little attention that she doesn't realize Ian is grabbing her until he scoops her up and suddenly they're off. She lets out a surprised, offended squeak, struggling to put pressure on her arm even though the blood is making the fake leather too slick to get much purchase.]
What the fuck, Ian.