Saffron really wished she had a gun right then; she could have been helping Sawyer's efforts to fell more of their pursuers. She was in damn good shape, but even so she was winded, what with the combination of everything - trying to run with a death grip on Sawyer's hand, her wounded arm, the adrenaline and fear pumping through her.
She twisted to look back as the gunshots rang out, and it didn't make a lick of sense for the falling Reavers to suddenly become someone else, someone unfamiliar, but there wasn't time to puzzle it out. She swung around, still moving but slowing down, and used her free hand to hurl the axe with all her might at one of the ones still running, still Reavers.
She flipped back forward, barely noticing that the axe had found its intended target, and as they put on a burst of speed they were suddenly out of the cloud. Saffron skidded to a halt, not making any move to let go of Sawyer, and followed his gaze as the fog moved away from them. "Wǒde mā," she breathed, panting.
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Date: 2010-11-15 05:33 am (UTC)She twisted to look back as the gunshots rang out, and it didn't make a lick of sense for the falling Reavers to suddenly become someone else, someone unfamiliar, but there wasn't time to puzzle it out. She swung around, still moving but slowing down, and used her free hand to hurl the axe with all her might at one of the ones still running, still Reavers.
She flipped back forward, barely noticing that the axe had found its intended target, and as they put on a burst of speed they were suddenly out of the cloud. Saffron skidded to a halt, not making any move to let go of Sawyer, and followed his gaze as the fog moved away from them. "Wǒde mā," she breathed, panting.