[ That sound is the only acknowledgment Fern receives, at first. Not that she expects much from what appears to be some sort of creature or an enchanted piece of armor. She isn't in any position to think too hard about the what, right now, not when a metal hand encloses her blade.
The dagger is all she has. It's important to her for many reasons, but also because right now, it's her only weapon. Normally she'd be armed to the teeth, but this is all that came with her, and she won't let it be taken so easily.
So she keeps a hard grip on the hilt of it, even if it means being twisted out of position, her arm shifting at an awkward angle. She lets out of a sound of her own, more of a growl, as she fights to yank the blade out of this thing's grasp by pulling back hard, causing metal to scrape against metal once more.
With her other hand, she shoves at the suit of armor, hoping to force it back so that she can find a proper opening to attack. ]
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The dagger is all she has. It's important to her for many reasons, but also because right now, it's her only weapon. Normally she'd be armed to the teeth, but this is all that came with her, and she won't let it be taken so easily.
So she keeps a hard grip on the hilt of it, even if it means being twisted out of position, her arm shifting at an awkward angle. She lets out of a sound of her own, more of a growl, as she fights to yank the blade out of this thing's grasp by pulling back hard, causing metal to scrape against metal once more.
With her other hand, she shoves at the suit of armor, hoping to force it back so that she can find a proper opening to attack. ]