That's bad. De knows that's bad. Bad in a way that not much can be done about. It doesn't stop her, as she starts mentally scrambling for something to use as a tourniquet. He'll likely loose his leg, but in life vs leg, there's a clear winner.
But all she has are the straps of her bag. Which are pathetic, as tourniquets go. Still, she yanks it off, grabbing for her weapon to cut them off.
"Hold on, Sammy." She grunts, as she moves quickly, too aware that Venus is right near them.
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That's bad. De knows that's bad. Bad in a way that not much can be done about. It doesn't stop her, as she starts mentally scrambling for something to use as a tourniquet. He'll likely loose his leg, but in life vs leg, there's a clear winner.
But all she has are the straps of her bag. Which are pathetic, as tourniquets go. Still, she yanks it off, grabbing for her weapon to cut them off.
"Hold on, Sammy." She grunts, as she moves quickly, too aware that Venus is right near them.