[ Ciri doesn't hesitate. She yanks the sharpened bone out of its owner's neck with an unpleasant, sticky sound. They attacked first; they continued attacking after being told to back off. There are too many mouths for the lack of resources down here to bother trying to reason with anyone who's already decided they're beyond it.
It doesn't take much. Ciri spins, a continuation of the same motion with which she pulled the weapon free, and rends his throat with the rough blade before he can even scream. Anticipating the blood spray, she's already stepping aside to avoid it. ]
no subject
It doesn't take much. Ciri spins, a continuation of the same motion with which she pulled the weapon free, and rends his throat with the rough blade before he can even scream. Anticipating the blood spray, she's already stepping aside to avoid it. ]