Trois, her instincts screaming in desperation, made a split-second decision.
Instead of attempting a futile dodge or counter, she hurled her body downward with every ounce of strength and resolve she could muster.
Her knees buckled, her torso twisted sharply, and she collapsed toward the ground in a controlled yet chaotic motion.
The chain whistled through the air above her, so close that she could feel the rush of displaced wind ruffle her hair.
Her palms slapped against the rough earth to steady her fall, and the impact jarred her arms and shoulders, sending tremors up through her frame.
She clenched her teeth against the shock, her chest heaving as her cheek brushed the dirt.
For a brief moment, she lay there, her heart pounding like a war drum in her ears, acutely aware of how narrowly she had evaded the deadly strike.
However, the reckless maneuver had come at a cost.
