[Nephry hates watching this. Saphir and the boy are struggling and now Saphir has no weapon. That sword could kill him, easily.
- That monster will kill him... -
...And then, likely, her.
- Saphir, no! -
Did she say it aloud, just now? She doesn't know. What she does know is that it was only a few steps to pick up the gun, she didn't even feel the pain of them, and turn it around in her hands.
Not to shoot. Her hands were shaking too badly and even if they weren't - but she's not thinking, is she? In the same breath as that possible shout she's raising the gun in her hands to bring it down on the back of Mithos's head.
And her chest constricts, in pain, and she falls again. Missed. Missed, and for now she can't manage to get up again. Will Mithos know that? She forces herself to look, to make sure Saphir isn't...]
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- That monster will kill him... -
...And then, likely, her.
- Saphir, no! -
Did she say it aloud, just now? She doesn't know. What she does know is that it was only a few steps to pick up the gun, she didn't even feel the pain of them, and turn it around in her hands.
Not to shoot. Her hands were shaking too badly and even if they weren't - but she's not thinking, is she? In the same breath as that possible shout she's raising the gun in her hands to bring it down on the back of Mithos's head.
And her chest constricts, in pain, and she falls again. Missed. Missed, and for now she can't manage to get up again. Will Mithos know that? She forces herself to look, to make sure Saphir isn't...]