[the emotional fallout is like watching fireworks go off in the sky, and byleth sways slightly from the impact, waiting for catra to draw back, to stop attacking, to give upā€”maybe they could both just go back to the dormitories, pretend like nothing happened.
but instead, something else pushes throughā€”instead, she's determined to...
catra's on her again, twice as fierce, all ferocity, and byleth's tumbling backwards, slashing out, back, at catra as she stumbles, suddenly becoming aware that the lazy river is just behind her.]
[she misses, but she draws back quickly just in time to block, to dodge, to parry, sparkls glinting from each blow of her claws against Byleth's sword. she herself isn't aware of the lazy river behind her opponent, but. . . that doesn't matter. her attention is hyperfocused on the person ahead of her, the person who-- who must be freed. who is in such an unfair position that allowing her to continue on would just be. . . cruel]
[. . . right?]
Byleth!
[she cries out again, and there are tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she presses forward, he heartache in her chest intensifying to almost crippling levels. but it just seems to fuel her forward as she presses her advantage, seeking any opening, any opportunity, to dig her claws into Byleth's flesh]
[the drive is unmissable, and her efforts to not seriously harm catra are backfiring on her. her sword connects, but so does catraā€”and with a gasp, she's pushed, backwards, head over heels into the river behind her. tactically, the worst possible situation.
pushing off the bottom, she surges up again, sword heavy in the water as she heaves for the side with both hands, attempting to pull herself up, out, in time.]
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but instead, something else pushes throughā€”instead, she's determined to...
catra's on her again, twice as fierce, all ferocity, and byleth's tumbling backwards, slashing out, back, at catra as she stumbles, suddenly becoming aware that the lazy river is just behind her.]
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[. . . right?]
Byleth!
[she cries out again, and there are tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she presses forward, he heartache in her chest intensifying to almost crippling levels. but it just seems to fuel her forward as she presses her advantage, seeking any opening, any opportunity, to dig her claws into Byleth's flesh]
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pushing off the bottom, she surges up again, sword heavy in the water as she heaves for the side with both hands, attempting to pull herself up, out, in time.]