[ Failing to anticipate Vers' move is a misstep that sends her stumbling, kicking up sand and dust as she works to regain her footing. The familiarity allows her to right herself quickly; Jakku's terrain has made her more even-footed, certain in her steps, squaring her thighs as she rediscovers that balance.
Her fingers itch for their staff. A scavenger's habit, possessive of what little she can call her own — what she has created, discovered, and repurposed in her bid for survival here. Instead, she inhales deeply in preparation and then lunges, launching herself toward the stranger, in a sloppy attempt to get her to the ground. ]
[ Vers is ready for her. She falls to the ground, but she grabs Rey around the back of her neck and gets her to roll with Vers. The AT-AT is a cramped space, mostly uneven, and it makes for metal stabbing in uncomfortable places, but Vers rolls with her nonetheless and uses the momentum to flip over onto Rey, pinning her to the floor instead.
Then she winds back and decks her. Hard. ]
Let it go.
[ It's not a heartfelt plea. It's just a flat demand. ]
[ All of the air expels itself from her lungs, burning in her sternum in the aftermath. Worse is the dirt it kicks up, sand sticking in her throat when she tries to grasp for breath desperately, struggling.
The copper sting of blood soon replaces it. Rey chokes on blood in the back of her throat, leaking from the burst vessels in her nose, and spits it back up into Carol's face. ]
Never.
[ She is outmatched, undeniably. The woman's training is clear. But Rey's desperation is greater, keeps her from leaning into self-preservation and submission. With no way to twist out onto her feet, she acts quickly, determinedly — and whips her head forward to smash into Carol's nose, attempting to startle her into loosening her grip. ]
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Date: 2019-04-14 02:43 am (UTC)Her fingers itch for their staff. A scavenger's habit, possessive of what little she can call her own — what she has created, discovered, and repurposed in her bid for survival here. Instead, she inhales deeply in preparation and then lunges, launching herself toward the stranger, in a sloppy attempt to get her to the ground. ]
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Date: 2019-04-22 12:47 am (UTC)Then she winds back and decks her. Hard. ]
Let it go.
[ It's not a heartfelt plea. It's just a flat demand. ]
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Date: 2019-04-22 01:06 am (UTC)The copper sting of blood soon replaces it. Rey chokes on blood in the back of her throat, leaking from the burst vessels in her nose, and spits it back up into Carol's face. ]
Never.
[ She is outmatched, undeniably. The woman's training is clear. But Rey's desperation is greater, keeps her from leaning into self-preservation and submission. With no way to twist out onto her feet, she acts quickly, determinedly — and whips her head forward to smash into Carol's nose, attempting to startle her into loosening her grip. ]