[ as hilda throws herself between them, clorinde finds that she's unable to catch up to her, always just out of reach even with her rushing forward at full speed. the bridge seems to stretch on and on no matter how far she runs, and she's forced to simply watch as hilda engages the other person. they're skilled; she can tell that much just from the way they wield their sword, and she breathes in sharply as it cleaves through hilda's breastplate, blood splattering on the cobblestones as she falls to the ground.
by the time clorinde is able to reach her, the scenery changes back to the empty room, the scent of blood having faded but the sound of battle still ringing in her ears. she moves on instinct, kneeling next to hilda as she curls in on herself, one hand on her shoulder before she attempts to gather her up into her arms. ]
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by the time clorinde is able to reach her, the scenery changes back to the empty room, the scent of blood having faded but the sound of battle still ringing in her ears. she moves on instinct, kneeling next to hilda as she curls in on herself, one hand on her shoulder before she attempts to gather her up into her arms. ]