[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 catraโand 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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[. . . 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]
no subject
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.]