Dunno, ( clarke barely manages to wheeze out in return. the hand she has gripped around asuka's is growing progressively more and more sweaty, a mix of exertion and just outright panic as the clatter-thump of big paws gains on them in the darkness. it sounds close, too close for comfort and no general maze exit or easy measure of salvation in sight.
it is not good knife handling practice, but on a whim she blindly scrabbles for her beltline and yanks a rough-made knife from her waist; slots clammy fingers through the bent guard made out of space ship debris, and if she were one to pray this would be the moment that happened.
but instead of looking towards the sky, clarke makes the very bad choice of glancing over her shoulders. where all she sees is something so big that it eclipses the line of moonlight at their back, and fixes her with bright green eyes that glow unnaturally in the dark. shit. fuck. her own heart hammers uncomfortably hard, like it desires to burst from her ribcage and escape this situation entirely. )
— got magic? ( it's an incomplete question, barely spared oxygen as her legs pump to keep up the pace. but it is still a question, one hopefully asuka can interpret. a fireball would come in handy right now, and once again clarke misses her usual short, red-headed spitfire with a bad attitude. )
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it is not good knife handling practice, but on a whim she blindly scrabbles for her beltline and yanks a rough-made knife from her waist; slots clammy fingers through the bent guard made out of space ship debris, and if she were one to pray this would be the moment that happened.
but instead of looking towards the sky, clarke makes the very bad choice of glancing over her shoulders. where all she sees is something so big that it eclipses the line of moonlight at their back, and fixes her with bright green eyes that glow unnaturally in the dark. shit. fuck. her own heart hammers uncomfortably hard, like it desires to burst from her ribcage and escape this situation entirely. )
— got magic? ( it's an incomplete question, barely spared oxygen as her legs pump to keep up the pace. but it is still a question, one hopefully asuka can interpret. a fireball would come in handy right now, and once again clarke misses her usual short, red-headed spitfire with a bad attitude. )