Usually, the memories have Cammie on her knees, unable to fight the visions off long enough to so much as see let alone run. Back in the fray, she tries to stay as far from the Nightrenders as possible, keep the memories nothing more than a tickle at the edge of her mind— but then she sees Little Cato, struggling to his feet over and over again, a Nightrender looming, and dammit she can’t do nothing.
As she runs in she braces herself for the memories to come down on her with all the grace of a falling building and they do, but— not her own. Kids, little kids bound and scared and then the gunfire and another gun pointed at him and oh god, what the fuck—
She gasps and stumbles, falls to one knee and catches herself with one hand, but though she has to grit her teeth and force herself back to her feet, she pulls it off. Easier to fight someone else’s despair than your own, and though she can feel hers clawing in at the edges of her mind trying to join it she grinds her feet into the ground, hefts her sword up, and shouts, “Hey! Tall dark and freaky! Back off!”
Then closes the distance, swings the full heft of a sword almost as big as she is into one of the Nightrender’s legs, and uses the moment it stumbles to get in front of Little Cato. Not sure if he can even see her, she tugs him by the shoulder.
“D’you think if ye grab my arm you can stay up long enough to move?”
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Usually, the memories have Cammie on her knees, unable to fight the visions off long enough to so much as see let alone run. Back in the fray, she tries to stay as far from the Nightrenders as possible, keep the memories nothing more than a tickle at the edge of her mind— but then she sees Little Cato, struggling to his feet over and over again, a Nightrender looming, and dammit she can’t do nothing.
As she runs in she braces herself for the memories to come down on her with all the grace of a falling building and they do, but— not her own. Kids, little kids bound and scared and then the gunfire and another gun pointed at him and oh god, what the fuck—
She gasps and stumbles, falls to one knee and catches herself with one hand, but though she has to grit her teeth and force herself back to her feet, she pulls it off. Easier to fight someone else’s despair than your own, and though she can feel hers clawing in at the edges of her mind trying to join it she grinds her feet into the ground, hefts her sword up, and shouts, “Hey! Tall dark and freaky! Back off!”
Then closes the distance, swings the full heft of a sword almost as big as she is into one of the Nightrender’s legs, and uses the moment it stumbles to get in front of Little Cato. Not sure if he can even see her, she tugs him by the shoulder.
“D’you think if ye grab my arm you can stay up long enough to move?”