➤ for my Muse to take a physical blow meant for yours
Send a ➤ for my Muse to take a physical blow meant for yours.
Selena had stumbled. Just for half a moment, but it was enough for the Garlean soldier to regain his footing and raise his lance. Meiko didn't think -- an en avant brought her within reach with little time to spare.
She shoved the teen with the brunt of her shoulder, knocking her out of the way as the lance lodged itself into her side. Meiko let out a half-scream, half curse from the pain, but twisted and grabbed hold of the staff. With a shout, she yanked the spear out and socked him square in the chest with the blunt end. It was enough to make him stumble, and in a flash, her chakrams had sailed out and slit his throat.
With a groan, Meiko hunched over, hooking her chakrams back on her belt and cupping one hand over the wound in her side.
"Llymlaen's taint, that godsdamned -- " Wincing and grunting, she looked over to Selena. "Lass, ye -- ye awright?"