[ bodily hurling herself at things is jyn's forte, gosh no wonder she and finn get along so well. at some point one of them is going to have to save the other and with saw rolling in his karking grave it is jyn that steps into the path of a huge golden flower that spits a foot long dart into (and, frankly, through) her leg.
jyn doesn't scream but it's a close thing and the hiss of air she pushes out is as high pitched as a shriek. which is a far cry from the casual way she calls out, ]
Uh, Finn.
[ these pants are ruined, she can feel the blood seeping into her boots. this is terrible. ]
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jyn doesn't scream but it's a close thing and the hiss of air she pushes out is as high pitched as a shriek. which is a far cry from the casual way she calls out, ]
Uh, Finn.
[ these pants are ruined, she can feel the blood seeping into her boots. this is terrible. ]