Success or Death.
Saiah did not bother to put her broken slave's mind together. All she needed was his flailing limbs, not his mental faculties. While a gash opened on her slave's head, she did not allow the killer shot to hit. As Snow's slave drew his arm back, hers flailed out with his to keep it away. Then, her puppet's other hand snaked its way up towards Snow's puppet's neck in an attempt to strangle the other slave-puppet while keeping the neck strike away. It must have been quite a ridiculous sight as her puppet blubbered intelligibly, eyes askew, nose to the right and blood mixing in the froth of his mouth and in the hair of his head.
Saiah was deep in focus, her fingers twisted and turned while her face contorted in a sort of snarl as she tried to make her slave both stave off the other's strike and attempt to strangle.
[member="Jardo Snow"]
[member="Sage Bane"]
Saiah was deep in focus, her fingers twisted and turned while her face contorted in a sort of snarl as she tried to make her slave both stave off the other's strike and attempt to strangle.
[member="Jardo Snow"]
[member="Sage Bane"]