[ Heather loves Scott and she comes to quickly so this little girl, whoever the hell she is, can't get her hands on her best friend. She's sore and there's no time to pick up her sword, now knocked out of her hands. Physical force. She's sturdy, like a rock and while that girl caught her off guard, she can knock her flat with her weight alone.
With a deep breath, she races to her, a dangerous look in her blue green eyes as she tries not to baby her injured arm.
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With a deep breath, she races to her, a dangerous look in her blue green eyes as she tries not to baby her injured arm.
Even the playing field, then fight. ]