She's trying to run - trying to make her way forward, past the instrument and its strings, to the catwalk - but the grass is twisting under their feet, and she nearly stumbles as it winds itself around her ankles.
With a hiss, she reaches into the pack she's brought with her, grips a knife, and slices the grass to free herself. She's off again in an instant, her eyes on the instrument's strings, and as she gets within range she looks up at Asch and the chains of flowers suspending him.
Gritting her teeth, she tries to position herself at an angle where they flowers are as aligned as she can get them, grips her knife just the way she's been taught to, and hurls it upward, aiming to sever the flowers with the blade to free him.
(Niji rolled a natural 20 for me, so at the very least she won't stab him in the gut or something.)]
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She's trying to run - trying to make her way forward, past the instrument and its strings, to the catwalk - but the grass is twisting under their feet, and she nearly stumbles as it winds itself around her ankles.
With a hiss, she reaches into the pack she's brought with her, grips a knife, and slices the grass to free herself. She's off again in an instant, her eyes on the instrument's strings, and as she gets within range she looks up at Asch and the chains of flowers suspending him.
Gritting her teeth, she tries to position herself at an angle where they flowers are as aligned as she can get them, grips her knife just the way she's been taught to, and hurls it upward, aiming to sever the flowers with the blade to free him.
(Niji rolled a natural 20 for me, so at the very least she won't stab him in the gut or something.)]