X does not swear. There is no point, and she is not a bastion of profanity at even the worst of times.
She does, however, fling herself backward, twisting mid-air to try to ensure that as much of Sue Storm is shielded as possible.
If only she were a few inches taller. And a few inches broader.
The spears slice home, stabbing through skin and muscle, digging deep into the earth below.
X hisses in a breath, body remaining motionless as she looks down at Sue.
The other woman is not breathing. In fact, the only heart she can hear is hers.
Yanking her own flesh away from the spears, twisting to try to cut the shafts so that she can at least regain her feet, X fights to turn toward her friend.
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She does, however, fling herself backward, twisting mid-air to try to ensure that as much of Sue Storm is shielded as possible.
If only she were a few inches taller. And a few inches broader.
The spears slice home, stabbing through skin and muscle, digging deep into the earth below.
X hisses in a breath, body remaining motionless as she looks down at Sue.
The other woman is not breathing. In fact, the only heart she can hear is hers.
Yanking her own flesh away from the spears, twisting to try to cut the shafts so that she can at least regain her feet, X fights to turn toward her friend.
Sadly, the demons reach her first.