[ In Daryl's defense, most humans don't tear into another person's throat. Rose also isn't technically a human, but... That's another story for another time. Right now she's far more focused on staying alive than outing herself. Priorities.
The pain in her shoulder is searing but adrenaline thankfully dulls it some. Everything's a little hazy around the edges but she's laser focused on the man trying to kill her. So focused, in fact, that she fails to notice Daryl until he's right there and chopping the dude down for her. As soon as his arm goes limp and he's distracted by his own pain plus Daryl yanking him back, Rose seizes the opportunity to take power of the axe and return the favor of being sliced into. Her slash cuts him diagonally across the front. Even if the blow itself didn't kill him, the blood loss by now likely will.
Could she have left him to Daryl? Definitely. However, her blood was boiling, head pounding, and kill or be killed was a mantra roaring in her head. It begins to fade, gradually, and pain fills its place instead. Everything starts to feel... grounded again. No more do or die. She's here, in the moment. And the moment sucks. ]
Holy frick, ow. [ comes the understatement of the century, a hand pressed gingerly to her throbbing shoulder wound. ] What assholes. I can't even go a month without someone trying to kill me, gods. [ Hiiisssssssss, that's smarts. Not the worst she's had but still pretty painful. ]
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The pain in her shoulder is searing but adrenaline thankfully dulls it some. Everything's a little hazy around the edges but she's laser focused on the man trying to kill her. So focused, in fact, that she fails to notice Daryl until he's right there and chopping the dude down for her. As soon as his arm goes limp and he's distracted by his own pain plus Daryl yanking him back, Rose seizes the opportunity to take power of the axe and return the favor of being sliced into. Her slash cuts him diagonally across the front. Even if the blow itself didn't kill him, the blood loss by now likely will.
Could she have left him to Daryl? Definitely. However, her blood was boiling, head pounding, and kill or be killed was a mantra roaring in her head. It begins to fade, gradually, and pain fills its place instead. Everything starts to feel... grounded again. No more do or die. She's here, in the moment. And the moment sucks. ]
Holy frick, ow. [ comes the understatement of the century, a hand pressed gingerly to her throbbing shoulder wound. ] What assholes. I can't even go a month without someone trying to kill me, gods. [ Hiiisssssssss, that's smarts. Not the worst she's had but still pretty painful. ]