She doesn't understand it, her arm slowing despite herself. Her muscles scream, even the cut, scarred ends of missing flesh howl at her. She shouts trying to push through it, coming to an unnatural stop at his hand.
He catches her fist like she's tossed him a piece of fruit.
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She doesn't understand it, her arm slowing despite herself. Her muscles scream, even the cut, scarred ends of missing flesh howl at her. She shouts trying to push through it, coming to an unnatural stop at his hand.
He catches her fist like she's tossed him a piece of fruit.
Wide and wild-eyed, ] How?