[ Preceding his yelp is her own eek! at the secondhand horror of seeing that spear seemingly fly straight toward his head only to miss, by some miracle that she is sure to pay for one of these days, and merely skewer him onto the ground like a trapped rabbit. She would laugh at him if the guilt of nearly murdering her own comrade isn't blocking her throat from sheer worry.
She busts through his scrambling and his robes and the dust flying which way to try and grab him by the arm to steady him. ]
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She busts through his scrambling and his robes and the dust flying which way to try and grab him by the arm to steady him. ]
Shit! Are you okay? Did it stab you anywhere?