Somehow, Sonya found herself thinking of a line she'd heard from a movie: something about 'fear leading to hate, leading to anger'. Sonya did indeed fear for Harry's life, and she sure as hell hated the mutants.
She ran over to him, adrenaline keeping her from noticing the cold or the fact that the chains, while no longer attached to the tree, were chafing her already sore wrists and weighing them down. When she heard him tell her to get a weapon, she nearly laughed: she WAS a weapon.
The mutants were in her way and while running through the snow was no easy task, she had to keep them from getting to Harry.
When she was close enough, Sonya grabbed part of the chain on her right arm and swung it in the direction of the mutant closest to her. Her action brought their attention to her and one of them slashed a blade at her. Sonya ducked, barely avoiding the cut, her action simultaniously bringing the other mutant forward and having him stabbed by the other's blade. Instead of getting up, Sonya sweeped her leg, tripping them both. The movement loosened the chain and when she reached to grab it, the chain suddenly turned to a curved, chinese broad sword.
She didn't ask how or why, the only coherant thoughts she had were making sure these monsters spouted blood. She parried an attack from another mutant, retaliating by quickly slashing its torso open.
Had it not been for the sudden burst of artilery, Sonya would've kept fighting, but the attack was so close that it reminded her of her true objective: getting to Harry and getting the hell out of here.
She turned and ran over to him, using the other chain and sword to clear her way. The mutant blood sticking and freezing to her bare arms: why the hell did those freaks have to take her jacket?
Sonya finally reached him, noticing finally that the trees weren't bleeding anymore, though the smell still remained.
She ran over to him, adrenaline keeping her from noticing the cold or the fact that the chains, while no longer attached to the tree, were chafing her already sore wrists and weighing them down. When she heard him tell her to get a weapon, she nearly laughed: she WAS a weapon.
The mutants were in her way and while running through the snow was no easy task, she had to keep them from getting to Harry.
When she was close enough, Sonya grabbed part of the chain on her right arm and swung it in the direction of the mutant closest to her. Her action brought their attention to her and one of them slashed a blade at her. Sonya ducked, barely avoiding the cut, her action simultaniously bringing the other mutant forward and having him stabbed by the other's blade. Instead of getting up, Sonya sweeped her leg, tripping them both. The movement loosened the chain and when she reached to grab it, the chain suddenly turned to a curved, chinese broad sword.
She didn't ask how or why, the only coherant thoughts she had were making sure these monsters spouted blood. She parried an attack from another mutant, retaliating by quickly slashing its torso open.
Had it not been for the sudden burst of artilery, Sonya would've kept fighting, but the attack was so close that it reminded her of her true objective: getting to Harry and getting the hell out of here.
She turned and ran over to him, using the other chain and sword to clear her way. The mutant blood sticking and freezing to her bare arms: why the hell did those freaks have to take her jacket?
Sonya finally reached him, noticing finally that the trees weren't bleeding anymore, though the smell still remained.
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