（ he will be aware of the pain that follows — but more salient than that is the frustration, the helplessness and the fury unleashed by the combat. it's rather obviously not directed at her opponent, it's more... as if a stopgap measure against a tidal flux of emotions has failed, and everything she's felt since naruto's disappearance has just poured out all at once in a battlefield waltz.
welcome to the sundry emotions of a young woman, d. it's so much all at once.
there is grim, smug satisfaction as she lands hits. there is annoyance and self-directed disparagement when one is landed on her in turn. the fight is clearly a protracted one, and by the time reedy exhaustion is woven through the bond, intermingled with pain and a sort of emotional numbness it's been a considerable time since her first message. while there are numerous little hurts transmitted through the bond, the worst of them are focused on the left thigh and right flank, the burn of deep lacerations.
she does send him a selfie after the fight, fingers held in up in the cheerful simulacrum of a victory sign. there's blood and dirt smudged across one cheek and up into her mussed hair and the beginnings of a black eye, marring those good looks lefty is so fond of. a split lip makes her smile just a little crooked. ）
As promised.
（ she's going to just lay here for a bit, nbd. it's been a while since she took a beating like that, and she can't heal herself just yet without releasing the byakugō — which she's not exactly eager to do given the waste of chakra it would entail. her injuries are painful, but not fatal. she'll be fine. ）
no subject
welcome to the sundry emotions of a young woman, d. it's so much all at once.
there is grim, smug satisfaction as she lands hits. there is annoyance and self-directed disparagement when one is landed on her in turn. the fight is clearly a protracted one, and by the time reedy exhaustion is woven through the bond, intermingled with pain and a sort of emotional numbness it's been a considerable time since her first message. while there are numerous little hurts transmitted through the bond, the worst of them are focused on the left thigh and right flank, the burn of deep lacerations.
she does send him a selfie after the fight, fingers held in up in the cheerful simulacrum of a victory sign. there's blood and dirt smudged across one cheek and up into her mussed hair and the beginnings of a black eye, marring those good looks lefty is so fond of. a split lip makes her smile just a little crooked. ）
As promised.
（ she's going to just lay here for a bit, nbd. it's been a while since she took a beating like that, and she can't heal herself just yet without releasing the byakugō — which she's not exactly eager to do given the waste of chakra it would entail. her injuries are painful, but not fatal. she'll be fine. ）