[There'd been no doubt in her mind that she could manage that fatal strike. Never had the path to victory felt as clear as it did in the moment before she ran him through.
But the moment metal meets flesh (flesh...was it possible to really recreate that on a metal skeleton with wires and circuits embedded in it?), Pao-Lin is again filled with sickening dismay and dread. Bile rises in her throat, hot and acidic. Her grip loosens on her weapon, and Barnaby falls forward with it still stuck in his chest.
This...this should be a righteous triumph.
Instead it feels like the most heinous crime.
Why?
With a snarl, Pao-Lin stomps a foot forward. She grasps the hilt of the sword again, and twists it as she sends a burst of lightning through the metal. In trying to compensate for her doubts, she's become a bit crueler than usual.
(But it can't possibly be "cruel" if it's done to heartless robots...)]
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But the moment metal meets flesh (flesh...was it possible to really recreate that on a metal skeleton with wires and circuits embedded in it?), Pao-Lin is again filled with sickening dismay and dread. Bile rises in her throat, hot and acidic. Her grip loosens on her weapon, and Barnaby falls forward with it still stuck in his chest.
This...this should be a righteous triumph.
Instead it feels like the most heinous crime.
Why?
With a snarl, Pao-Lin stomps a foot forward. She grasps the hilt of the sword again, and twists it as she sends a burst of lightning through the metal. In trying to compensate for her doubts, she's become a bit crueler than usual.
(But it can't possibly be "cruel" if it's done to heartless robots...)]