tinymush
(she/her pronouns)
Hana turned at the sound of her name, noticing for the first time that Anna had been covering her, and realizing a second later that without her she might not still be standing. She offered the other girl a meager grin in thanks. She needed to be more vigilant, she told herself, if she expected to live to see her seventeenth birthday.
This lesson proved especially potent as a man grabbed her from behind and pressed a knife to her throat. She gulped against the blade and, trying her best not to freak out, stabbed the slaver in the thigh. He released her, clutching at his leg, and Hana knocked his knees out from under him while he was distracted. When she was sure she'd knocked him out, she pulled her dagger from his thigh.
The altercation had lasted a minute at most, but to her, it'd felt like forever. She brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. Her arms were covered in small cuts, and her elbows were scraped, but Hana was okay- she was alive. She stood still, breathing hard, as she waited for Raxton to catch up to them.
This lesson proved especially potent as a man grabbed her from behind and pressed a knife to her throat. She gulped against the blade and, trying her best not to freak out, stabbed the slaver in the thigh. He released her, clutching at his leg, and Hana knocked his knees out from under him while he was distracted. When she was sure she'd knocked him out, she pulled her dagger from his thigh.
The altercation had lasted a minute at most, but to her, it'd felt like forever. She brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. Her arms were covered in small cuts, and her elbows were scraped, but Hana was okay- she was alive. She stood still, breathing hard, as she waited for Raxton to catch up to them.