[First blood is hers, and that might be all she gets, because before Maria can even identify the weapon Batwoman's drawn, the line whips around her lower calves, the force of it knocking her to the ground and nearly knocking the wind out of her.]
Damn!
[She's down, but not out—ignoring the pain of impact, Maria holds her sword defensively, ready to protect herself from whoever approaches next and attack if they're stupid enough to get close. All the while she wriggles her ankles frantically, trying to slip her feet out of the line, but it's too tight and there's a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. With her left hand, she reaches for a dagger at her side, but there may not be enough time to try and cut the line.]
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Damn!
[She's down, but not out—ignoring the pain of impact, Maria holds her sword defensively, ready to protect herself from whoever approaches next and attack if they're stupid enough to get close. All the while she wriggles her ankles frantically, trying to slip her feet out of the line, but it's too tight and there's a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. With her left hand, she reaches for a dagger at her side, but there may not be enough time to try and cut the line.]