[This time, there is a small grunt. Susan, however, does not appear to be especially perturbed by the pain, and though she breathes heavily for a moment or two, it seems less in exhaustion and more in... anger.]
I'M TIRED OF THIS.
[And she slips straight through his grasp. The mark on her face isn't the only thing that's skeletal, now. Fighting against a drone? Who cared about dignity, who cared about fair play? This was nothing. Soulless. An abomination. A body on the verge of destruction waiting to be relieved of its life functions.]
STAY. RIGHT. THERE.
[She doesn't even have the courtesy to shimmer with magic pixie dust before she simply vanishes, removed from the scene as if she'd plucked herself out of the time stream. ...Which, probably, she had.]
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I'M TIRED OF THIS.
[And she slips straight through his grasp. The mark on her face isn't the only thing that's skeletal, now. Fighting against a drone? Who cared about dignity, who cared about fair play? This was nothing. Soulless. An abomination. A body on the verge of destruction waiting to be relieved of its life functions.]
STAY. RIGHT. THERE.
[She doesn't even have the courtesy to shimmer with magic pixie dust before she simply vanishes, removed from the scene as if she'd plucked herself out of the time stream. ...Which, probably, she had.]