[The dread builds to an all-time high as she falls and falls—and then she jerks back to awareness just before the inevitable impact (heads), wrenching her arm free with wide eyes as she sucks in a sharp breath.
Dimly, she's awareness of a scuffle between their first encounter and Sabo. Anger rises to the forefront, however, as her eyes flash bright in warning.]
You . . . !
[Sabo can handle himself. As for Tia, she winds her arm back and takes an enraged swing at the armored creature's chest (15).]
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Dimly, she's awareness of a scuffle between their first encounter and Sabo. Anger rises to the forefront, however, as her eyes flash bright in warning.]
You . . . !
[Sabo can handle himself. As for Tia, she winds her arm back and takes an enraged swing at the armored creature's chest (15).]