@astoran-exemplar / only one of us is having a good time at the beach
“Hey. Hey, you. Hey! Wake up!” It took more effort than she’d be willing to admit to haul the stranger up by the shoulders. Pressing an ear to his mouth, she listened carefully, then blanched. “Damn it-- hold on--” The Reduvia hissed quietly as she drew it from its sheath, working it under the straps that held the man’s plate to him and yanking. Thankfully, the knife was sharp enough to cut through the leather without too much trouble. Once she’d gotten the breastplate, the gorget, and the plackart off and set them aside, she flipped the man onto his stomach, keeping one arm under his torso and raising the other high, only to bring it down on his back with as much force as she could muster shy of damaging his spine. “Come on,” she grunted, and repeated the action. “Come on, come on!” Shifting to set her knee just below his diaphragm, she hit him again with the base of her elbow.















