[ 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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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—]