Gazes snapped together in a flash, and Blake's heart stopped entirely. Her legs began to tremble, the foundations crumbling beneath her and all she could do was stare. The two of them were locked. Yang's eyelid twitched imperceptibly as a small huff shot out between parted lips. Blake's grip on the hilt of her weapon loosened slightly as the blade lowered. Her stomach churned. She could feel burning heat creeping up her gullet, and as she opened her mouth what poured forth wasn't what she was expecting, instead just one word- "Yang?"

Yang breathed in. She turned.

And she ran.