][thirteen][ impossible things before breakfast ][ accidental audio
[ In the audio's forefront against the background din of many others fighting it out, there is the clang of metal and then the grating scrape of it against concrete, followed by a harried breath -- and then words -- all words spoken as if to herself, a reminder or a boost or both ]
I would prefer not to fight.
But I suppose that sometimes making one's own path only amounts to continuing down the one she's already on.
And right now, well, that's this place.
[ a sigh and then the sound of someone throwing her weight to one side in a roll across the ground, likely dodging under something ugly or beautiful or beautifully ugly with wings ]
[ooc; all backtags of log [nightmare curses, etc] variety coming later today but if I miss anything for anyone feel free to message me. ]