[The dining room table shares the fate of its living room sister in another chainsaw massacre, but the chandelier is lucky. Kanaya stares as it, confused, as it tumbles off her side and jangles to the floor.
But it's hard to miss a sword being pulled out of you. The sliding pressure makes her turn in time to see Terezi's cane flashing. She snarls, lunging in for the kill.
And then her head is neatly removed from between her shoulders, landing on the floor with a dull thump like a dropped bottle of shampoo. It's followed by her chainsaw, whose earsplitting roar finally ends without any hands to keep it on.
If Terezi doesn't step back soon, she'll find her legs decorated with jade green blood and a whole lot of troll corpse. Because Kanaya is very definitely...]
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But it's hard to miss a sword being pulled out of you. The sliding pressure makes her turn in time to see Terezi's cane flashing. She snarls, lunging in for the kill.
And then her head is neatly removed from between her shoulders, landing on the floor with a dull thump like a dropped bottle of shampoo. It's followed by her chainsaw, whose earsplitting roar finally ends without any hands to keep it on.
If Terezi doesn't step back soon, she'll find her legs decorated with jade green blood and a whole lot of troll corpse. Because Kanaya is very definitely...]