[She screams too, but it's lost under the sound the monster is making. That she's been tricked hits Mabel much harder and faster than the realization that his claws are in her flesh now. It hurts, but in a negligible way, like the inevitable pinpricks you get when you're sewing -- annoying, but easily forgotten in the face of the task at hand. Grabbing the monster's wrists, she squirms underneath him, attempting to pull those clawed hands away even as she recoils from all the eyes.
It isn't until she registers the sensation of heat at her shoulders that she realizes she's bleeding, a lot. A hand drifting down to the claws confirms that.
Mabel isn't completely fearless. There are plenty of things in the world that terrify her and the current situation is certainly one of them. But she's also the sort of person who fights hard and fights dirty, and being terrified of a monster that is trying to kill you is just so obvious that it doesn't even slow her down. She's already done everything from slamming the fingers of a disembodied hand in a door to squirting a nightmare demon in the eye with a can of spray paint she just happened to have in her hand at the time, and just now, what she happens to have in her hand is a palm full of her own gross, acidic, poisonous vileblood.]
This! Is! My favorite! SHIRT!
[Wiggling more until she gets some leverage, Mabel takes her bloodied hand and slaps the monster smack across the face, on the side with all the eyes.]
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It isn't until she registers the sensation of heat at her shoulders that she realizes she's bleeding, a lot. A hand drifting down to the claws confirms that.
Mabel isn't completely fearless. There are plenty of things in the world that terrify her and the current situation is certainly one of them. But she's also the sort of person who fights hard and fights dirty, and being terrified of a monster that is trying to kill you is just so obvious that it doesn't even slow her down. She's already done everything from slamming the fingers of a disembodied hand in a door to squirting a nightmare demon in the eye with a can of spray paint she just happened to have in her hand at the time, and just now, what she happens to have in her hand is a palm full of her own gross, acidic, poisonous vileblood.]
This! Is! My favorite! SHIRT!
[Wiggling more until she gets some leverage, Mabel takes her bloodied hand and slaps the monster smack across the face, on the side with all the eyes.]