[The slash goes right through her as he evades, and she stumbles forward before swiveling around to face him again. Blood pumps out for a moment with reckless abandon as the wound saturates her shirt, surely spelling a demise in the making. But it only seems to stagger her for a moment.
Then, rather alarmingly, the wide cut pulls back together, like someone pulling the zipper on a jacket. It mends and leaves a wide tear in her shirt and jacket. She doesn't even look at it, just looks at him with those same feral eyes.
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Then, rather alarmingly, the wide cut pulls back together, like someone pulling the zipper on a jacket. It mends and leaves a wide tear in her shirt and jacket. She doesn't even look at it, just looks at him with those same feral eyes.
Well.
Shit.]