[ Uranus is still, watching Neptune struggle for breath. she herself is breathing harshly through her nose, throat still closed up from where she'd been hit, and standing in one place for as long as a minute is enough to cause the adrenaline to recede, alerting her to the heaviness in her knees and the dull throb between her temples.
she's hardly in top shape, for sure, but she could still go on. what worries her is that Neptune looks worse. ]
We don't have to. We've trained enough for the night.
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she's hardly in top shape, for sure, but she could still go on. what worries her is that Neptune looks worse. ]
We don't have to. We've trained enough for the night.