hasapoint: an old woman's hand proffering a sword hilt (Default)
Need (Sister Lashan) ([personal profile] hasapoint) wrote in [community profile] lukeoutbelow 2022-11-28 03:27 am (UTC)

There are some half-angry sounding triumphant cries as the other side finally forces Guts to cede some ground. The observing girls cheer for them noisily. Maybe two thirds of them are circled around the home team. The others are scattered at other points, giving this side a bit more space. Not all of them are looking at him, or not only at him.

Galli's got a healthy flush going on and is a little bit out of breath. She's been giving it her all, but is also flustered and bothered and kind of jealous and doesn't like any of that, and is surprised to be given a new job. "On - hang you dig your heels in, and kinda rest. On pull, uh, yeah."

She can only see so much around him or over his shoulder, but she can hear the others just fine and it's maybe a relief to focus on that. Sure. "Hang... hang... pull!"

"Huo nooooooo..." someone says weakly in the background. The second-oldest boy present, a four-year-old, breaks free of the pack to run over and grab the trailing end of this side of the rope. Huo has not put down his rag doll and will contribute only moral support.

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