- panic prone
levente-captain-levi
{❧} - Pale trembling fingers, squeezing the reigns, flattening them against sweating palms. She was not ready for this. Not again. Not ever. But this was what she had chosen. To fight, to try to give their sacrifice meaning. He didn't die so you could freeze up like this. Not again. The thought choked her, as did the fear curling up her throat like a breath of rope. At this rate, you are going to die, useless.
Cold sweat crept down her spine, bathing the back of her neck. Chills clawed at her flesh as her pulse hammered in her ears. There they were. Her nightmares had kept the terror of their faces fresh in his mind. Those faces that had not stopped haunting her since Trost.
And now they were only a few feet away. The world was open and dangerous, bristling with sharp edges as a white mist began to creep across her vision. It seemed resistant to being diverted from the main group and orders were shot towards her. They were supposed to take it down?
She couldn't move. She was shaking too hard. The panic stuffing her chest with pain, with coils of smothering breath. She watched as the rest of her squad charged towards it, even as it continued to rush right towards her.
