[ Even with the urgency in his voice, he definitely doesn't need to tell her twice. Hands shaking, she reaches for the door handle, swallowing down a sob from the stomach-turning noises taking place behind the pair. Given the nature of her work, she's heard of violent crimes but this is her first time witnessing someone killed right in front of her eyes, on top of it being such a brutal death. She steels herself, trying not to let the noises get to her. All they have to do is make a run for it, call Wriothesley for help, and soon this nightmare will finally be over.
Except there's one problem. Yoimiya pushes on the door, only for it to not open at all. Her eyes grow wide at the realization, body trembling as she gives it another attempt. Still nothing. ]
Huh?! It's not budging...
[ A combination of desperation and adrenaline begins to kick in. Letting go of his arm, Yoimiya throws her whole weight against the door, slamming the side of her body against the bulletproof glass in vain hopes of forcing it open. Damned if she gets hurt doing this. Between cuts or being turned into a human shish kabob, she'll take the glass shards any day. With no regard for her safety, she's trying with all of her might, tackling the frame over and over again but to no avail. As she contemplates shattering the glass with a nearby folding chair, Yoimiya stops dead in her tracks, horrified at the sight of that same galaxy-like substance painting the floor now also oozing out of the door gap. ]
Eeek—!
[ Immediately backing off, she thanks the Archons for narrowly avoiding the repugnant purple slime. Looks like they aren't escaping out the front, the creature made sure of that.]
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Except there's one problem. Yoimiya pushes on the door, only for it to not open at all. Her eyes grow wide at the realization, body trembling as she gives it another attempt. Still nothing. ]
Huh?! It's not budging...
[ A combination of desperation and adrenaline begins to kick in. Letting go of his arm, Yoimiya throws her whole weight against the door, slamming the side of her body against the bulletproof glass in vain hopes of forcing it open. Damned if she gets hurt doing this. Between cuts or being turned into a human shish kabob, she'll take the glass shards any day. With no regard for her safety, she's trying with all of her might, tackling the frame over and over again but to no avail. As she contemplates shattering the glass with a nearby folding chair, Yoimiya stops dead in her tracks, horrified at the sight of that same galaxy-like substance painting the floor now also oozing out of the door gap. ]
Eeek—!
[ Immediately backing off, she thanks the Archons for narrowly avoiding the repugnant purple slime. Looks like they aren't escaping out the front, the creature made sure of that.]