[ The clawed girl skidded to a halt as Knuckles' words registered with her.
She turned to him, claws facing downwards. Guarded, but not hostile. Not yet.
Curious. They've not spoken before.
[ Then she turned and kept going, heedless to his instructions. Poking somebody's eyes- and guts- out is exactly what she's meant to do, if she's to escape this damned nightmare. ]
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She turned to him, claws facing downwards. Guarded, but not hostile. Not yet.
Curious. They've not spoken before.
[ Then she turned and kept going, heedless to his instructions. Poking somebody's eyes- and guts- out is exactly what she's meant to do, if she's to escape this damned nightmare. ]