you know the first rule of combat?

"Because I'm immune and my body can take it," she insisted with a hiss, and when Trip refused to stop heading in her direction, Faye took the initiative to step out in his— risking that amount of exposure by proximity to her seemed, to her, like the far superior option to letting him walk into a veritable sea of marbles, each with the potential to be deadly. The brilliant yellow of the butterflies continued to swim in her vision, but she pushed through, hands trying their best to find his shoulders. "Around, turn around."

Panic drained her arms of strength, and she took deep breaths to try and calm impossibly frayed nerves, but to no avail.