[ their hides are strong, yes, but rodents are still rodents, and chaos is still chaos. she sets aside the possibility of stunning them instantly, and given their number, also the possibility of fire. she's not sure if it would work. there's no use in trying something that will only end with her trampled.
though if she were being honest, she might admit that the risk of being trampled only feels appropriate, deserved. if she were still the weak girl from aretuza, she might have stood there and let it happen. but tissaia is there at the corner of her mind. no lying down. only fighting.
so when the rodents make their way towards her, yennefer raises one hand, palm splayed towards the first. it closes in a fist and bone breaks without hide ever denting. the mole squeals and blood comes out of its mouth as it curls on itself. she repeats the process again twice more until the few that have snuck out of the hole are dealt with. ]
(cw: light suicidal ideation, mention of prior attempt)
though if she were being honest, she might admit that the risk of being trampled only feels appropriate, deserved. if she were still the weak girl from aretuza, she might have stood there and let it happen. but tissaia is there at the corner of her mind. no lying down. only fighting.
so when the rodents make their way towards her, yennefer raises one hand, palm splayed towards the first. it closes in a fist and bone breaks without hide ever denting. the mole squeals and blood comes out of its mouth as it curls on itself. she repeats the process again twice more until the few that have snuck out of the hole are dealt with. ]