Sonia lunged. Not with her remaining arm. Not with a weapon. She surged forward, her damaged core overheating, and pressed her forehead against Eva’s porcelain faceplate. A headbutt, but gentle. A kiss of broken metal to perfect white.
The Lamentations added a new stanza: a high, keening note of metal fatigue. Fighting Dolls - Sonia Vs Eva FD0244
Sonia saw the flicker. The hesitation. For 0.1 seconds, Eva’s guard dropped. Not a tactical error. A philosophical one. Sonia lunged
Sonia’s vocal modulator crackled. "Because standing is all I have." her damaged core overheating