weapons don't bleed

This was ridiculous. Sayeon knew that, and she told Ryujin as much. "This is ridiculous," she said. Then, for good measure, she added, "And unnecessary." Then, as though Ryujin hadn't quite understood, and that was, in all fairness, how it appeared, she added, "Pointless.""Yeah, yeah," Ryujin mumbled at her, waving her words off with two rapid flicks of her fingers, butterfly-quick. She did not seem to be listening to Sayeon, which, she had to admit, irked her considerably. "Shut the fuck up."Sayeon would have wrenched herself away from Ryujin had she not had such a tight grip around her calf, the tips of her fingers, nails blunt, digging almost painfully into her flesh. Sayeon did have to allow that the gash on her leg, around the back of her calf, biting deep into the flesh from Sayeon's ankle all the way up to her knee, just barely missing the tendons, hurt more. "Really, Ryujin—""I said, shut the fuck up."Hand Jumper Ship Week 2025 Day 7: Traditional prompts: injuries, firsts, body swap