[ Predictably, Lucy raises her arms, trying to haul back as soon as her wrist-wires get a good grip on the swords. She digs all eight points of her legs into the road, straining backward -- if she can just get those swords out of Tenma's hands, she thinks, this fight might be a lot easier.
(If she were in a clearer state of mind, she'd likely gamble the opposite: that Tenma and Musashi are just as deadly with their bare hands.)
So when Tenma launches herself, Lucy isn't expecting it. Tenma hits her squarely, and Lucy's lungs collapse with a choked noise, half of her legs crumpling underneath her, arachnoid abdomen scraping the ground. As she sucks in a wheezing breath, she realizes her wrist-wires have gone limp, pooled uselessly on the ground. Lucy retracts them, and goes for Plan B instead; tossing out a spindle of techno-web, a bundle aimed at Tenma's advancing form. ]
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(If she were in a clearer state of mind, she'd likely gamble the opposite: that Tenma and Musashi are just as deadly with their bare hands.)
So when Tenma launches herself, Lucy isn't expecting it. Tenma hits her squarely, and Lucy's lungs collapse with a choked noise, half of her legs crumpling underneath her, arachnoid abdomen scraping the ground. As she sucks in a wheezing breath, she realizes her wrist-wires have gone limp, pooled uselessly on the ground. Lucy retracts them, and goes for Plan B instead; tossing out a spindle of techno-web, a bundle aimed at Tenma's advancing form. ]