[Utsuho snarls terribly at him, fingers twisting into the metal beneath her hand.
Near-black blood dribbled from the wound in her face, from her torso and ruined stump of an arm, making her look quite savage. Her wings were tented to either side like massive tripods, keeping her upright where she might have wobbled.
She was gathering her strength again. All of those wounds and the whatever-it-was-from before made it hard to lunge immediately to the next round.]
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Near-black blood dribbled from the wound in her face, from her torso and ruined stump of an arm, making her look quite savage. Her wings were tented to either side like massive tripods, keeping her upright where she might have wobbled.
She was gathering her strength again. All of those wounds and the whatever-it-was-from before made it hard to lunge immediately to the next round.]