[With him lunging toward his own attacker, they're separated and one of the masked figures grabs Inej at the waist– she twists wildly in his grip, her blade skittering across the pavement.
Not again, not again, not again- is all she can think in that moment. She manages a kick to her would-be captor, enough to go limp and slip between his arms and try to scramble away.
Another grabs her ankles and yanks, hard, to pull her toward him while one of the others lifts an arm, prepared for some sort of spell. She claws at the ground and tries to squirm out of his grasp, but she can't.]
NO! NO! [The scream she lets out this time is piercing, and terrified- and she barely thinks as she screams a prayer to an Angel who can probably do nothing for her.]
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Not again, not again, not again- is all she can think in that moment. She manages a kick to her would-be captor, enough to go limp and slip between his arms and try to scramble away.
Another grabs her ankles and yanks, hard, to pull her toward him while one of the others lifts an arm, prepared for some sort of spell. She claws at the ground and tries to squirm out of his grasp, but she can't.]
NO! NO! [The scream she lets out this time is piercing, and terrified- and she barely thinks as she screams a prayer to an Angel who can probably do nothing for her.]