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47 Broken Glass 214 words
There was broken glass in her skin. She could feel it digging, cutting, itching. She absently wiped it off her skirt and tried to shake it from her hair. Another shriek and the Youma broke another window. She threw her arms up to shield her face, feeling the glass bounce off her gloves. She leapt out of the way and spun, tossing her tiara and managing to strike the creature. She retrieved her tiara from the pile of dust and began picking the glass from her skin. A soft whoosh announced his arrival.
"Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
She shrugged. He bent down and swept a gloved hand down her leg, from her knee to her ankle, effectively removing most of the glass without slicing her leg up. She sucked in a breath and held it, trying not to shiver under his touch. He very gently did the other leg before rising up to look at her.
"All better now?"
She nodded. He reached up and removed a few pieces from her hair. "Be careful when you take it down tonight?"
"Okay."
Another whoosh announced his departure. She absently reached up and brushed off her head as she strode away from the scene, the broken glass crunching under her boots.