[It was such a stupid mistake to make, leaving herself open like that. Frustration comes up in a surge, but there’s no time to wallow in it. The fight is still ongoing; beating herself up over it can come after she survives. So she focuses on that—just like always—and tries to push against her attacker, leveraging her hips in an attempt to flip them around even if her injured leg is screaming in protest at the motion.
And then very suddenly, things get disorienting—because they do move, but not in the direction she expects. There’s other hands scrambling at her as they go up, and for a moment alarm bells are going off in her head as someone’s brushing against her shortened arm before she realizes—Mark, right. He’s up, he’s okay, he’s helping, even if the urgent maneuvering of three airborne bodies is hard to parse at first. He's strong and capable, and surely they can turn this around two-against-one.
A wordless yell of frustrated exertion comes from her even as he shouts at their enemy, begins pulling at them. Suzuha tries to help in disentangling herself from them, kicking and shoving now that she’s got the support of Mark gripping her tightly. She’s managed to hold onto her gun through this quick rush of chaos, but firing with the three of them in such a close scramble would be a terrible idea in the best of times, and their streak of bad luck would surely only compound it.
She feels herself getting jerked forward as Mark yanks at their enemy with great force—an agonized scream comes from them and she can’t be sure why in the thick of things, but she knows she needs to get them to let go of her. She swings her gun, whipping it against their skull in an attempt to daze that seems to succeed; the hand clawing tightly at her shoulder suddenly falls slack enough that they can’t cling to her any longer to fight against Mark’s relentless force. They are pulled away and Suzuha finds herself once again missing having a second hand as she scrambles to try to stabilize herself against Mark, feeling off-balance with the sudden absence of their foe.]
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And then very suddenly, things get disorienting—because they do move, but not in the direction she expects. There’s other hands scrambling at her as they go up, and for a moment alarm bells are going off in her head as someone’s brushing against her shortened arm before she realizes—Mark, right. He’s up, he’s okay, he’s helping, even if the urgent maneuvering of three airborne bodies is hard to parse at first. He's strong and capable, and surely they can turn this around two-against-one.
A wordless yell of frustrated exertion comes from her even as he shouts at their enemy, begins pulling at them. Suzuha tries to help in disentangling herself from them, kicking and shoving now that she’s got the support of Mark gripping her tightly. She’s managed to hold onto her gun through this quick rush of chaos, but firing with the three of them in such a close scramble would be a terrible idea in the best of times, and their streak of bad luck would surely only compound it.
She feels herself getting jerked forward as Mark yanks at their enemy with great force—an agonized scream comes from them and she can’t be sure why in the thick of things, but she knows she needs to get them to let go of her. She swings her gun, whipping it against their skull in an attempt to daze that seems to succeed; the hand clawing tightly at her shoulder suddenly falls slack enough that they can’t cling to her any longer to fight against Mark’s relentless force. They are pulled away and Suzuha finds herself once again missing having a second hand as she scrambles to try to stabilize herself against Mark, feeling off-balance with the sudden absence of their foe.]