"Just give me a damn second," she snaps back as he hits the hulking abomination with a burst of blue. Her hand goes immediately to her pistol, armor-piercing bullets loaded (she'd had an inkling she might need them), and she fires as many shots as she can before it recovers from its paralysis and jerks forward again.
"Fuck!" She darts aside, narrowly missing the heavy drill, the point of it just barely catching her arm, shearing easily through every layer of fabric she has, nicking the skin. That's gonna get in infected if she doesn't deal with it, which she will, later. When they make it out of this alive.
She rolls and lands between the creature and the still-shrieking child. Probably not the best place to be, but she's nimble and the time it takes the Big Daddy to turn around is enough for her to raise her left arm and slam it with a wave of frost.
The smart thing to do now would be fire her shotgun as many times as she can, but her trigger arm is burning like a motherfucker and the girl is still crying, and some bullshit instinct has her turning away from the threat and reaching out to the kid.
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"Fuck!" She darts aside, narrowly missing the heavy drill, the point of it just barely catching her arm, shearing easily through every layer of fabric she has, nicking the skin. That's gonna get in infected if she doesn't deal with it, which she will, later. When they make it out of this alive.
She rolls and lands between the creature and the still-shrieking child. Probably not the best place to be, but she's nimble and the time it takes the Big Daddy to turn around is enough for her to raise her left arm and slam it with a wave of frost.
The smart thing to do now would be fire her shotgun as many times as she can, but her trigger arm is burning like a motherfucker and the girl is still crying, and some bullshit instinct has her turning away from the threat and reaching out to the kid.
"It's okay!" she says feverishly. "It's okay!"