[And Nanao's words seem to be falling on deaf ears, because Heather doesn't even stop to listen-- she continues, face contorted by anger and dim light into something horrible.]
I won't let you do this!
I WON'T LET YOU DO THIS!
I don't care if it takes me till my very last breath, I'll KILL you for what you did!
[Oh man... it seems like Nanao's assumption is right after all... especially since there is something sharp and glinting in Heather's hands, and it's raised.]
[... But before she brings it downwards, another voice joins the fray... directly behind the cowering girl.]
No... you will not.
[The voice is female, but deep... and cold.]
[There's a swish of flowing, navy cloth as a tall woman-- taller than Heather and FAR taller than Nanao-- steps over the girl on the ground. Her hair is long and silvery-white, and her pale, browless face is stark and austere, with an intense, gray-blue gaze.]
[Heather scrambles backwards away from both of them as though she was just burned-- but her tirade doesn't halt. It's as though she was yelling at that woman (and not Nanao...) all along. Maybe she HAD been. ... Or maybe she'd been projecting the true object of her wrath at Nanao so hard that it had manifested.]
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[And Nanao's words seem to be falling on deaf ears, because Heather doesn't even stop to listen-- she continues, face contorted by anger and dim light into something horrible.]
I won't let you do this!
I WON'T LET YOU DO THIS!
I don't care if it takes me till my very last breath, I'll KILL you for what you did!
[Oh man... it seems like Nanao's assumption is right after all... especially since there is something sharp and glinting in Heather's hands, and it's raised.]
[... But before she brings it downwards, another voice joins the fray... directly behind the cowering girl.]
No... you will not.
[The voice is female, but deep... and cold.]
[There's a swish of flowing, navy cloth as a tall woman-- taller than Heather and FAR taller than Nanao-- steps over the girl on the ground. Her hair is long and silvery-white, and her pale, browless face is stark and austere, with an intense, gray-blue gaze.]
[Heather scrambles backwards away from both of them as though she was just burned-- but her tirade doesn't halt. It's as though she was yelling at that woman (and not Nanao...) all along. Maybe she HAD been. ... Or maybe she'd been projecting the true object of her wrath at Nanao so hard that it had manifested.]
NO!
I WILL!
I WILL, you disgusting BITCH! How COULD you?!