Vanessa shouts out no and release her with such command and power to the words as if she's angry at the beast, trying to draw attention without being afraid. The Doctor says not today, not ever as if her life is too important to be threatened. Logically, Red knows neither of them would. She understands it's part of having friends, real friends. They fight for one another. They put themselves at risk for one another, but it still manages to take her by surprise, to touch her, to reach her in ways she might never be able to formulate into words. Her fingers tighten their grip at the rope around her neck, struggling against it. Her lungs burn for air.
And then- then the Doctor throws an axe. The sharp blade manages to go over her head cutting through the rope and smacking the small minotaur in the back of the legs. Immediately, she falls to the floor, yanking the noose from around her neck (too much like a leash, like- ), and taking in multiple gasps of air.
Her gaze lifts from her spot on the floor even as she catches her breath, leveling a look of pure violence and ancient rage at the small minotaur who immediately begins weeping again. She wants to tear it apart. If she didn't need to regain the air in her lungs, she just might lunge right now and tear at it with her nails. )
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Vanessa shouts out no and release her with such command and power to the words as if she's angry at the beast, trying to draw attention without being afraid. The Doctor says not today, not ever as if her life is too important to be threatened. Logically, Red knows neither of them would. She understands it's part of having friends, real friends. They fight for one another. They put themselves at risk for one another, but it still manages to take her by surprise, to touch her, to reach her in ways she might never be able to formulate into words. Her fingers tighten their grip at the rope around her neck, struggling against it. Her lungs burn for air.
And then- then the Doctor throws an axe. The sharp blade manages to go over her head cutting through the rope and smacking the small minotaur in the back of the legs. Immediately, she falls to the floor, yanking the noose from around her neck (too much like a leash, like- ), and taking in multiple gasps of air.
Her gaze lifts from her spot on the floor even as she catches her breath, leveling a look of pure violence and ancient rage at the small minotaur who immediately begins weeping again. She wants to tear it apart. If she didn't need to regain the air in her lungs, she just might lunge right now and tear at it with her nails. )