[It was a hell of a fight, a blur of movements. She hurt, god did she hurt, and he had got her in the shoulder at one point, slowing her down, but she kept trying. Trying different things, mixing it up...]
[Still landing on her ass as he laid her out.]
[She was just about redy to call for a stop, breath raggid and body aching, when she realized he had stopped.]
[Stopped and rolled away and...]
[Was he crying?]
Grant...
[she called, moving nearer.]
Grant? ...Hey.... [she didn't use Ward, and she didn't remember to use Taskmaster. It was Grant, because it felt right that way.]
[She came up to his side and let a hand reach out to touch his arm.] Jesus, what is it? [she asked in a breath. Was he seeing things? Forgetting? How did it work? DID that work...]
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[Still landing on her ass as he laid her out.]
[She was just about redy to call for a stop, breath raggid and body aching, when she realized he had stopped.]
[Stopped and rolled away and...]
[Was he crying?]
Grant...
[she called, moving nearer.]
Grant? ...Hey.... [she didn't use Ward, and she didn't remember to use Taskmaster. It was Grant, because it felt right that way.]
[She came up to his side and let a hand reach out to touch his arm.] Jesus, what is it? [she asked in a breath. Was he seeing things? Forgetting? How did it work? DID that work...]