[Primrose will find herself facing against Therion and Tressa. While Tressa looks some mixture of confused and distressed, Therion immediately darts away to grab a piece of metal.]
[ Primrose is 13 and has seen some shit already and while a part of her balks at just how uncouth and savage this is and how they seem to want all these children to fight, suddenly...
Well.
She can't let herself die. Not now. Not when those men still also live, and although she finds herself trembling, Primrose flings herself at Therion with all her strength, aiming to get that piece of metal first. ]
[Darn you two characters with almost identical stats, but Primrose manages to beat Therion to it. Never let it be said that he doesn't act quick, though, as he darts away from her to try and find something else.
Meanwhile, there's Tressa!]
Hey, guys, can we... not?
[There is no pacifist way out of this, unfortunately, but at least Tressa made kind of an attempt.]
[ Primrose casts her a quick glance and a frown. ]
... You'll die if you try to reason your way through this. [ And she says it softly, even if she leaves Tressa alone for now in lieu of getting a better grip on her piece of metal and dashing after Therion. ]
[Therion doesn't manage to find anything that can be used as a decent weapon, but he does pick up a small, fallen crate—something that was probably used to package fruit once. It can't do any real damage, but still, he swings it at Primrose's face in hopes of catching her off-guard.
Reality dawning on her, Tressa slinks off to try and grab something as well.]
[ Good job, Tressa. Primrose would be proud of you if she knew who you were.
Sadly, she's fairly positive she's never met either of these two in her thirteen years, and that makes it easier (or so she tells herself) as she brings an arm up to keep the box from conking her in the face.
And she may be a lady but she's still trying to kick this poor thief kid in the crotch so he doesn't swing it again immediately. ]
But Primrose can't afford to go easy on her, and while she ducks the handle, she's already reaching up to try and slash Tressa's throat too WOW I HATE THIS. ]
[Good job? Bad job? Not sure which is appropriate here.
But Primrose successfully slashes her throat, causing her to fall to the floor in agony. It doesn't take long before she dies, looking up at Primrose with haunted eyes.
...
The good thing is Primrose won't have to look at her for much longer? Congrats on being the first filthy murderer, as suddenly, everything fades—]
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Well.
She can't let herself die. Not now. Not when those men still also live, and although she finds herself trembling, Primrose flings herself at Therion with all her strength, aiming to get that piece of metal first. ]
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Meanwhile, there's Tressa!]
Hey, guys, can we... not?
[There is no pacifist way out of this, unfortunately, but at least Tressa made kind of an attempt.]
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... You'll die if you try to reason your way through this. [ And she says it softly, even if she leaves Tressa alone for now in lieu of getting a better grip on her piece of metal and dashing after Therion. ]
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Reality dawning on her, Tressa slinks off to try and grab something as well.]
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Sadly, she's fairly positive she's never met either of these two in her thirteen years, and that makes it easier (or so she tells herself) as she brings an arm up to keep the box from conking her in the face.
And she may be a lady but she's still trying to kick this poor thief kid in the crotch so he doesn't swing it again immediately. ]
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Primrose very nearly hesitates. But then she gives her head a quick shake, because she can't afford to think like that. Not anymore.
And as he yelps, she closes the distance between them to try and use the metal piece to-- stab him? Slice his throat?? IDK HOW SHARP THIS IS ]
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Either way, Therion is dead—alive long enough to choke, before the light leaves his eyes in despair.
Meanwhile, there's Tressa, who has only found what was probably once a broom.]
Primrose...?
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And Primrose turns to face her, her gaze dimming as she shoves her feelings down, down deep. ]
... I'm sorry. I promise I'll make it quick.
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But Primrose can't afford to go easy on her, and while she ducks the handle, she's already reaching up to try and slash Tressa's throat too WOW I HATE THIS. ]
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But Primrose successfully slashes her throat, causing her to fall to the floor in agony. It doesn't take long before she dies, looking up at Primrose with haunted eyes.
...
The good thing is Primrose won't have to look at her for much longer? Congrats on being the first filthy murderer, as suddenly, everything fades—]