Helga was not sure what concerned her more: that nobody wanted to use the axe as a means of escaping, or that everyone assumed she was about to butcher them. She lowered the axe, but did not put it down.
"I'm with Miss Browne. Why couldn't it be used to chop the door down?" She gave it an experimental swing in the opposite direction as the group, but only managed to get it stuck in the side of a nearby bookshelf. She tugged and tugged and tugged at it, and let out a yelp when it suddenly came loose. Helga fell backwards into the person nearest her, managing to slice both her leg and someone else's in the process.
"Maybe not the axe," she agreed, staring down at the blood beginning to drip down the side of her leg.
"I'm with Miss Browne. Why couldn't it be used to chop the door down?" She gave it an experimental swing in the opposite direction as the group, but only managed to get it stuck in the side of a nearby bookshelf. She tugged and tugged and tugged at it, and let out a yelp when it suddenly came loose. Helga fell backwards into the person nearest her, managing to slice both her leg and someone else's in the process.
"Maybe not the axe," she agreed, staring down at the blood beginning to drip down the side of her leg.
— set by MJ! <3 —