[ The miasma choking the air is starting to really get to Toph, who doesn't have an air filter like Miller, crumpled her talisman earlier, and keeps crushing snakes right next to her. Normally Toph is a paragon of self-control no matter how snappish she gets, but now rage bubbles up inside her, oily and twisting.
She strides forward on her tingling feet, shedding pieces of metal as she goes, face contorted in anger. ]
Let go of the knife, [ she says crisply, coming to a stop with one hand raised, fingers stiff and angled. ] I can cut it apart without hitting the woman in there. It's just more metal.
[ This is not an application of metalbending Toph would ever look for on her own, but presuming he lets go and presuming it works, under the influence of the miasma it feels viciously satisfying to direct Miller's blade to carve the snake into gory pieces. It whips through the air and through flesh back and forth with precise strokes, blood spraying. ]
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She strides forward on her tingling feet, shedding pieces of metal as she goes, face contorted in anger. ]
Let go of the knife, [ she says crisply, coming to a stop with one hand raised, fingers stiff and angled. ] I can cut it apart without hitting the woman in there. It's just more metal.
[ This is not an application of metalbending Toph would ever look for on her own, but presuming he lets go and presuming it works, under the influence of the miasma it feels viciously satisfying to direct Miller's blade to carve the snake into gory pieces. It whips through the air and through flesh back and forth with precise strokes, blood spraying. ]