[She quiets though, because she's got some experience in knowing there are times where you need to be as quiet as a mouse, whether you're sneaking out of your window at 10 at night or hiding from a fucking serial killer. But she's no bandit, hasn't made it a profession to get the jump on people, so she doesn't see one of them coming until Andy's intercepted and gotten a knife to the chest for all her efforts.
Ziggy gasps out in panic, staggers and falls with her hands protectively shooting to her stomach. Staying on the ground will get her killed, so she hurries to scramble to her feet again; there's a knife on the floor, and she retrieves it to point at the figures now fallen. One is groaning, pouring blood from his wounds, and she stays in awe for a moment.]
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[She quiets though, because she's got some experience in knowing there are times where you need to be as quiet as a mouse, whether you're sneaking out of your window at 10 at night or hiding from a fucking serial killer. But she's no bandit, hasn't made it a profession to get the jump on people, so she doesn't see one of them coming until Andy's intercepted and gotten a knife to the chest for all her efforts.
Ziggy gasps out in panic, staggers and falls with her hands protectively shooting to her stomach. Staying on the ground will get her killed, so she hurries to scramble to her feet again; there's a knife on the floor, and she retrieves it to point at the figures now fallen. One is groaning, pouring blood from his wounds, and she stays in awe for a moment.]
Holy sh... Are you okay? You were stabbed!