[ it's almost comical how a lighthearted beach day turned into, well, this. aradia momentarily regrets going for a bite instead of something else when she sees how little damage it does to the cherub, but she doesn't have the time to ruminate on it as much as she's being pulled closer to him. ]
I am the very antithesis of helpless.
[ that's all her response before she knees him in the stomach, aiming to stomp on it if he does go down.
the deep scratch wounds on her neck are still bleeding, and she's getting a little dizzy, but she pushes past it, operating on anger. ]