[byleth is trying to get within striking distance of the buttonā€”and that attack was supposed to make it easier. but here comes four dark arrowsā€”one goes through her leg, and she gasps in pain, stumbling, giving the other three time and space to hit her one after anotherā€”although she dodges the second, the third and fourth find homes in her shoulder and back.
but she's not stopping. still grasping the microphone, she struggles to stand again, even as the blood starts really flowing out of the wounds. she looks back at caleb again, brain bursting with information. she'd like to take a nap.]
Why did that happen...?
[this has to end. wielding the microphone like a weapon (and at least half of it is), she yells into it:]
Get out of the way of the button I lack, Or it's you that I'll chop in my next attack!
[well. maybe not. she's pretty haggard. but there's a spark of desperation in her eye that doesn't bode well.]
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but she's not stopping. still grasping the microphone, she struggles to stand again, even as the blood starts really flowing out of the wounds. she looks back at caleb again, brain bursting with information. she'd like to take a nap.]
Why did that happen...?
[this has to end. wielding the microphone like a weapon (and at least half of it is), she yells into it:]
Get out of the way of the button I lack,
Or it's you that I'll chop in my next attack!
[well. maybe not. she's pretty haggard. but there's a spark of desperation in her eye that doesn't bode well.]