[ Time is a fluid thing. It ebbs and flows, the human mind comprehending it in strange ways when under extreme stress. In the moments before a mission, every minute felt like an hour, seconds crawling by before they suddenly spend up as everyone sprang into action. Adrenaline pumping through her veins, every move Daisy makes is calculated by instinct. But time slows when someone she loves is in danger, each second becoming a century, and now is no different.
She hears the shot but it doesn't register as anything out of the ordinary for a mission like this. They'd been expecting powerful firearms to be on the scene. What she hadn't expected was to hear the shot and then see Daniel in front of her, his body falling before she can even think to grab hold of him.
Down, without moving to get back up. A combination of instinct, anger, and panic brings her arms up, the vibrations letting loose from her without restraint. The assailants she hits cry out in agony as their bones are crushed by the force of her quake, including the man who shot Daniel, but she finds no comfort in that.
Only mere seconds have passed when she drops to her knees, one hand cupping the back of his head while the other presses against his wound. ] Sousa!
[ There are still gunshots rining around them, though far fewer now, but all she can hear is the thudding of his heartbeat beneath her hands — it's the only thing keeping her from completely giving in to the panic gripping her chest. ]
[ Even as he's falling, knowing he just took a bullet to the gut, he's looking for her to make sure she's all right. There's other men still around, and they're just as armed as the one who shot him is. But he knows he doesn't have to worry, because she can still quake them all, and of course, she doesn't disappoint. As the men fall, he knows they won't be getting back up again anytime soon. It gives him a strange sense of comfort as he sinks to the ground, relieved that she's uninjured.
His wound is bleeding faster than he thought it would, and it's making his vision swim and his head feel fuzzy, making him want to close his eyes for a little while. But next thing he knows, he feels someone's arms around him, and a hand going to the back of his head. He never really noticed if Daisy wore perfume or not, but right now, with her so close to him, he can detect a scent that's just her. It's not flowers or fruit or whatever other scents women like to wear, but it's unmistakably her. ]
Hey.
[ He forces himself to look up at her. ] You all right?
[ And then he realizes her hand is pressed to where he was shot, and he frowns. ] You're going to get blood on yourself.
[ She might just be wearing her typical gear for a mission like this, but he doesn't want her getting his blood all over everything. ]
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She hears the shot but it doesn't register as anything out of the ordinary for a mission like this. They'd been expecting powerful firearms to be on the scene. What she hadn't expected was to hear the shot and then see Daniel in front of her, his body falling before she can even think to grab hold of him.
Down, without moving to get back up. A combination of instinct, anger, and panic brings her arms up, the vibrations letting loose from her without restraint. The assailants she hits cry out in agony as their bones are crushed by the force of her quake, including the man who shot Daniel, but she finds no comfort in that.
Only mere seconds have passed when she drops to her knees, one hand cupping the back of his head while the other presses against his wound. ] Sousa!
[ There are still gunshots rining around them, though far fewer now, but all she can hear is the thudding of his heartbeat beneath her hands — it's the only thing keeping her from completely giving in to the panic gripping her chest. ]
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His wound is bleeding faster than he thought it would, and it's making his vision swim and his head feel fuzzy, making him want to close his eyes for a little while. But next thing he knows, he feels someone's arms around him, and a hand going to the back of his head. He never really noticed if Daisy wore perfume or not, but right now, with her so close to him, he can detect a scent that's just her. It's not flowers or fruit or whatever other scents women like to wear, but it's unmistakably her. ]
Hey.
[ He forces himself to look up at her. ] You all right?
[ And then he realizes her hand is pressed to where he was shot, and he frowns. ] You're going to get blood on yourself.
[ She might just be wearing her typical gear for a mission like this, but he doesn't want her getting his blood all over everything. ]