[She twists, struggles, makes a noise between a shriek and a groan and revels in the pain on her head as some of her hair rips out, just trying to avoid being stunned. An instant without resistance will be all he needs, she knows, and then she will be dead.
Which isn't to say she imagines there is a way for her to win: not now that she can see how he's moving, the impossible speed, the carefully trained economy of his movements. She is going to die - but now, right now, she is thrilled, filled with pain and gasped breaths and brightness, completely real, completely alive, dancing with something beyond her, life and death hanging on every minute decision. She wants it to last as long as it possibly can, as many vicious moments as she can get, so she jabs with the staser again, up into the armpit exposed by his hand in her hair, her free hand clawing at his face, trying to jab eyes hidden behind the dark warp or try to claw it away.]
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Which isn't to say she imagines there is a way for her to win: not now that she can see how he's moving, the impossible speed, the carefully trained economy of his movements. She is going to die - but now, right now, she is thrilled, filled with pain and gasped breaths and brightness, completely real, completely alive, dancing with something beyond her, life and death hanging on every minute decision. She wants it to last as long as it possibly can, as many vicious moments as she can get, so she jabs with the staser again, up into the armpit exposed by his hand in her hair, her free hand clawing at his face, trying to jab eyes hidden behind the dark warp or try to claw it away.]