[She can't... but she has to... but if she doesn't, is Sonic just going to attack her until she leaves? That's even less of an option. If her only options are to fight or to lose-]
Ugh... fine, have it your way! If you won't move, I'll just have to take you down!
[In her focus as she makes her declaration, she sees him coming, and knows he's not going to make the same frontal attack again. She's tired and frustrated, but not stupid, and he knows that. On a hunch, she holds out her Sandglass bass, blocking the strike with two hands against her weapon. Taking it back into her hands, she jumps back, giving some ground on her own terms. She searches her mental catalogue for something she can play to keep her moving and fighting... and the answer she gets back reminds her she's been through too much already in this mess of a place, but she'll never know where she stands with her precious person until she gets her back, no matter what the voice in the back of her head insists. So her fingers bring the pick across the strings, and with a melancholy feeling she starts to play, taking a breath.]
If you want me to go home, make me. ♫ Did I say something wrong? Did you hear what I was thinking- ♫
[....note to self for next time she has to do this, getting words out in English is rough when you just don't have the mental bandwidth. Still, it's enough to take a couple shots at him from this range, not bothering to tone them down. He's not going to give her that courtesy, so she won't extend it to him. Two come at him from the front, while one bends to cover the side he attacked her from the last time. After a heartbeat, one from the front bends up to read a jump. It's not a good containment, but it's a start. She already knows beating Sonic will be a tall order, but maybe she can get him to at least leave her alone-]
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Ugh... fine, have it your way! If you won't move, I'll just have to take you down!
[In her focus as she makes her declaration, she sees him coming, and knows he's not going to make the same frontal attack again. She's tired and frustrated, but not stupid, and he knows that. On a hunch, she holds out her Sandglass bass, blocking the strike with two hands against her weapon. Taking it back into her hands, she jumps back, giving some ground on her own terms. She searches her mental catalogue for something she can play to keep her moving and fighting... and the answer she gets back reminds her she's been through too much already in this mess of a place, but she'll never know where she stands with her precious person until she gets her back, no matter what the voice in the back of her head insists. So her fingers bring the pick across the strings, and with a melancholy feeling she starts to play, taking a breath.]
If you want me to go home, make me. ♫ Did I say something wrong? Did you hear what I was thinking- ♫
[....note to self for next time she has to do this, getting words out in English is rough when you just don't have the mental bandwidth. Still, it's enough to take a couple shots at him from this range, not bothering to tone them down. He's not going to give her that courtesy, so she won't extend it to him. Two come at him from the front, while one bends to cover the side he attacked her from the last time. After a heartbeat, one from the front bends up to read a jump. It's not a good containment, but it's a start. She already knows beating Sonic will be a tall order, but maybe she can get him to at least leave her alone-]