[ It's like something bigger than them, unseen and unknown, doesn't want them to go. It's croon is so quiet that it slithers unheard and unseen between the sirens and the howls. It tickles the back of her neck and down her spine, burrowing under the sand to be everywhere at once. She's so busy looking behind them that she can't see the silent call summon the sea right ahead.
Her pulse skips when she hears Caitlyn's scream, and Vi's attention is back in focus. ]
Caitlyn!
[ Panic. Vi's scrambling, losing her footing and eating sand. She spits it out and lurches forward just in time to clap her hand over Caitlyn's wrist. She's putting all of her will into a vice grip, but her balance is off center and they're both dragged. It wants them. Stay.
Vi doesn't like being told what to do. Her knees dig uselessly into the sand as she tries and fails to anchor the both of them. She can't remember the last time she's ever felt this weak. Probably when she was dying from a gut wound in a home she'll probably never get to see again. Cait had saved her then.
The memory draws just a moment of strength, long enough to yank her slimy knife back out of its sheathe and throw it quick. Knife throwing isn't even remotely a specialty of hers, but she knows how to make sure the blade hits first, and it catches the monster in the chest. Not a headshot, but hopefully long enough for Caitlyn to seize the opportunity. ]
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Her pulse skips when she hears Caitlyn's scream, and Vi's attention is back in focus. ]
Caitlyn!
[ Panic. Vi's scrambling, losing her footing and eating sand. She spits it out and lurches forward just in time to clap her hand over Caitlyn's wrist. She's putting all of her will into a vice grip, but her balance is off center and they're both dragged. It wants them. Stay.
Vi doesn't like being told what to do. Her knees dig uselessly into the sand as she tries and fails to anchor the both of them. She can't remember the last time she's ever felt this weak. Probably when she was dying from a gut wound in a home she'll probably never get to see again. Cait had saved her then.
The memory draws just a moment of strength, long enough to yank her slimy knife back out of its sheathe and throw it quick. Knife throwing isn't even remotely a specialty of hers, but she knows how to make sure the blade hits first, and it catches the monster in the chest. Not a headshot, but hopefully long enough for Caitlyn to seize the opportunity. ]