[ Where Flynn's reflexes were trained the way they are, he has no earthly idea. He doesn't know where it all came from: his strength, his now-lost skill with a sword, his battle-sense.
In this moment, he's absurdly glad for it. He dives for her, and it isn't pretty or graceful, but somehow he manages to at least lunge fast enough to grab for her arm, keep her from tumbling down face-first, at least, even if it yanks at her. ]
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[ Where Flynn's reflexes were trained the way they are, he has no earthly idea. He doesn't know where it all came from: his strength, his now-lost skill with a sword, his battle-sense.
In this moment, he's absurdly glad for it. He dives for her, and it isn't pretty or graceful, but somehow he manages to at least lunge fast enough to grab for her arm, keep her from tumbling down face-first, at least, even if it yanks at her. ]