[Nightingale is small, and frail, and weak. No amount of spirit can make up for some amounts of physical differences, and when Sorey pushes, she goes down easily and hard.
Even so, it's far from the worst hit she's taken. She's stunned for a moment, but once Sorey bolts, she's rolling upright in one fluid motion- all her practice adventuring has paid off- and shouting after him.]
Sorey, wait, please-!
[... But it's too late.
She gets her communicator out. That's all she can do now.]
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Even so, it's far from the worst hit she's taken. She's stunned for a moment, but once Sorey bolts, she's rolling upright in one fluid motion- all her practice adventuring has paid off- and shouting after him.]
Sorey, wait, please-!
[... But it's too late.
She gets her communicator out. That's all she can do now.]