[A flurry of violent movement, and Fang hit the street again with an oof, this time on her side. This go around was different—the tone of the encounter changed in the way Kaede thrashed, in the stance she took, and Fang was slow to push herself up to sit—not to stand.]
[She looked after the Chimera not too far away. The adrenaline was fading; her wounds and various other scratches and bruises throbbed horribly, and the cold putting a numbing, clumsy edge on what didn't.]
[Fang was getting so very tired of being in pain.]
[For all that the Turnskin remained sitting in the drenched street, staring down Kaede, the tension didn't leave her, even if the challenge did. the newly reignited embers in her spirit dwindled as the guilt reasserted itself again, but didn't flicker out entirely this time.]
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[She looked after the Chimera not too far away. The adrenaline was fading; her wounds and various other scratches and bruises throbbed horribly, and the cold putting a numbing, clumsy edge on what didn't.]
[Fang was getting so very tired of being in pain.]
[For all that the Turnskin remained sitting in the drenched street, staring down Kaede, the tension didn't leave her, even if the challenge did. the newly reignited embers in her spirit dwindled as the guilt reasserted itself again, but didn't flicker out entirely this time.]
[This wasn't about her choice anymore, was it?]