[Rose had been running back toward her flight, blood splattered on her clothing and covering the hand she held a long silver stake in, when she passed by. It wasn't the prone figure that made her actually stop, but the armor the person was wearing.
Again, not paying much attention right then to flight colors, Rose reached with her free hand to grab the armored one's arm and haul them up with a strength her body doesn't look like it should possess.]
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Again, not paying much attention right then to flight colors, Rose reached with her free hand to grab the armored one's arm and haul them up with a strength her body doesn't look like it should possess.]
On your feet, space man.