Her body folded; Vomi hung at the end of his leg like something broken, eyes wide, mouth agape in a silent rictus before the residual momentum cast her aside like a discarded stone. World and sound vanished. Bright, total pain tore through her. She had never felt anything +

Red blighted her vision. The world tumbled, and she was met by ki-edged shrapnel-stone. There’s a lag in Vomi’s retort, an indecision that leaves her her Majin flesh knitting closed over fresh wounds even as she righted herself. A tight focus kept Vomi sane; her restraint so +