[It may have been a bit of a delayed reaction, but now, from either pain or shock, Anita is screaming.
It doesn't take long at all for it to turn into one of anger, rage, and general indignation though.
She can reevaluate and change her style up without her baton, without swords in her hands. It doesn't make her useless.
The loss of her fingers though, leaving those portions of her gloves, flopping pointlessly against the backs and palms of her hands, that is a different story, and one that scares her as much as it she is angered by it, by how much of a handicap that is with where they are, what they have to do.
She launches herself at the Death Eater, past Dixon's provided cover, with all the speed and grace she has, aiming a foot at the Death Eater's torso.
She still has knees, her feet, and if it comes down to it, elbows.]
cw: body horror?
It doesn't take long at all for it to turn into one of anger, rage, and general indignation though.
She can reevaluate and change her style up without her baton, without swords in her hands. It doesn't make her useless.
The loss of her fingers though, leaving those portions of her gloves, flopping pointlessly against the backs and palms of her hands, that is a different story, and one that scares her as much as it she is angered by it, by how much of a handicap that is with where they are, what they have to do.
She launches herself at the Death Eater, past Dixon's provided cover, with all the speed and grace she has, aiming a foot at the Death Eater's torso.
She still has knees, her feet, and if it comes down to it, elbows.]
And I don't need my fingers to hurt you!