[ Hawke's caught then -- in the heavy layer of dream, she doesn't know reality from fantasy and instead she thinks of the spiders. Of the Fade. Of Corypheus and his terrible, terrible words. She's lifting her sword when Angel steps back, not yet processing it until the scream and -- ah.
A glance back to Angel has a confused expression blossoming on Hawke's face suddenly. Wait, that's not right, where's the --
Oh, spiders. Hawke charges forward then, sword swinging down in a cleanly practiced movement as she slices through a spider. Again, with another spider as the fighting continues -- crossbow bolts and sword swings ringing in the air.
She finally calls back then, to Angel. ]
Are you to fight or are you just wasting my time, serah!? There's more coming and I'd prefer not to die today!
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A glance back to Angel has a confused expression blossoming on Hawke's face suddenly. Wait, that's not right, where's the --
Oh, spiders. Hawke charges forward then, sword swinging down in a cleanly practiced movement as she slices through a spider. Again, with another spider as the fighting continues -- crossbow bolts and sword swings ringing in the air.
She finally calls back then, to Angel. ]
Are you to fight or are you just wasting my time, serah!? There's more coming and I'd prefer not to die today!