[For all that Sariatu has, since her weeping subsided, been slowly sharpening the sword she hasn't put down yet in long, almost compulsive strokes, her eyes stay just as glassy as the Wheelers appear. She looks at the oncoming threat and thoroughly underreacts.
At best she looks disapprovingly underwhelmed. The masks have a certain effective horror about their design, and the armor is somehow reminiscent of mangled flesh and exposed veins enough to look Deeply Wrong, but they've come to battle with that posture? On those bizarrely wheeled devices? Is this supposed to intimidate her? Is this supposed to impress her?
And what exactly do they think they're going to do - kill her again?
If they do, maybe then she will see her husband after all.
This dark thought fills her with a certain depressed calm. But when a fairy, screams shrill and teeth exposed, dives into her personal space building up sparks of power between its tiny hands, she dully tracks it zipping around her head for a moment before bisecting it with a flick of her wrist.
That sets the others off. More fairies converge on her, and on the people around her. Suddenly, a thousand small scratches is waking her up as the threat of just another quick, brutal death could not.]
You little -! How dare you -
[Her rage is nowhere what it was before, but it starts to build as the swarm attacks her and she attacks back.]
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At best she looks disapprovingly underwhelmed. The masks have a certain effective horror about their design, and the armor is somehow reminiscent of mangled flesh and exposed veins enough to look Deeply Wrong, but they've come to battle with that posture? On those bizarrely wheeled devices? Is this supposed to intimidate her? Is this supposed to impress her?
And what exactly do they think they're going to do - kill her again?
If they do, maybe then she will see her husband after all.
This dark thought fills her with a certain depressed calm. But when a fairy, screams shrill and teeth exposed, dives into her personal space building up sparks of power between its tiny hands, she dully tracks it zipping around her head for a moment before bisecting it with a flick of her wrist.
That sets the others off. More fairies converge on her, and on the people around her. Suddenly, a thousand small scratches is waking her up as the threat of just another quick, brutal death could not.]
You little -! How dare you -
[Her rage is nowhere what it was before, but it starts to build as the swarm attacks her and she attacks back.]