[ she might be used to the time it takes for cassian to remember her, but it hasn't quite stopped being upsetting each and every time. beyond her sense of self-importance, annabeth hates the mere idea of being forgotten. it hurts, and she'd rather get angry about it than allow herself to be truly distraught. his memories comes back, she knows they do, but there's always a little fear that one day they won't. ]
Yes. It's mine. [ he's killed these spawn for her before. he knows their weaknesses, and the question agitates her because it reminds her of his scattered memory, but she doesn't have time to be annoyed when they have to kill it. ]
Damaging the legs throws it off balance. [ annabeth is more arrogant than she's ever been, but it is hers, and she's learned all the best ways to kill it. ]
[ as cassian traps it in the mud, annabeth darts in. she moves fast, a flash of gold as she ducks low to slash her sword into its belly and leave a gaping, open wound. as it swipes at her again, she leaps backward out of reach. the armor protects her regardless, but she's always been quick on her feet. ]
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Yes. It's mine. [ he's killed these spawn for her before. he knows their weaknesses, and the question agitates her because it reminds her of his scattered memory, but she doesn't have time to be annoyed when they have to kill it. ]
Damaging the legs throws it off balance. [ annabeth is more arrogant than she's ever been, but it is hers, and she's learned all the best ways to kill it. ]
[ as cassian traps it in the mud, annabeth darts in. she moves fast, a flash of gold as she ducks low to slash her sword into its belly and leave a gaping, open wound. as it swipes at her again, she leaps backward out of reach. the armor protects her regardless, but she's always been quick on her feet. ]