[ There's a heavy sting in her knees but Elizabeth crawls her damndest - the wounds opening up and leaving a sickening blood streak on the ground. There's about to be much more, don't worry. Elizabeth finally grabs onto the bat's end, fumbling with it between her fingers to get a better grasp. Up she goes, groaning and turning just in time to see - how Lara's end.
It's a sickening sight. Something that makes the bile creep up her throat. Elizabeth stands at the same moment Lara falls. She mixes from sadness and confusion to anger. With Luke distracted, Elizabeth proves her profile card true: she runs in those heels with her arm swung back and a sickening crack echoes around the room as the bat contacts with Luke's bicep. It's a blow that she's unfamiliar with, a melee attack that has the same kick of a pistol. She nearly stumbles over from the momentum, seeing Lara's body lying nearby shortly after.
Lara's bleeding - oh God, that's so much blood... the expression of Lara hidden between a mess of sweat and brunette hair. She can't see... she hopes she's not alive, if the wound was any indication. If anything Luke was doing to kill Lara was true, she prays to God it was quick.
The moment to look at Lara as she struck Luke with all of her might was bittersweet. She was susceptible to countering and that is what separates someone like Liz with someone like Lara - someone who was taught to defend herself against all odds even until the bitter end. ]
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It's a sickening sight. Something that makes the bile creep up her throat. Elizabeth stands at the same moment Lara falls. She mixes from sadness and confusion to anger. With Luke distracted, Elizabeth proves her profile card true: she runs in those heels with her arm swung back and a sickening crack echoes around the room as the bat contacts with Luke's bicep. It's a blow that she's unfamiliar with, a melee attack that has the same kick of a pistol. She nearly stumbles over from the momentum, seeing Lara's body lying nearby shortly after.
Lara's bleeding - oh God, that's so much blood... the expression of Lara hidden between a mess of sweat and brunette hair. She can't see... she hopes she's not alive, if the wound was any indication. If anything Luke was doing to kill Lara was true, she prays to God it was quick.
The moment to look at Lara as she struck Luke with all of her might was bittersweet. She was susceptible to countering and that is what separates someone like Liz with someone like Lara - someone who was taught to defend herself against all odds even until the bitter end. ]