Pulling out all the stops, huh? [ He can see that shape through the mist, that... whatever it is she's changing into. The fear settling in his stomach is real now, a thousand little needle pricks of alarm. It's all a gamble, every piece of this.
But still she's not striking. Like she's waiting for him to...
what? ]
I still got a few of my own. [ No turning back now. He twists in the air, braces against that chunk of metal and gets his feet underneath it. The angle's a little off, just off enough to dislodge it and send it rolling down in her direction. If it misses the mark it should at least buy him a few more seconds. ]
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But still she's not striking. Like she's waiting for him to...
what? ]
I still got a few of my own. [ No turning back now. He twists in the air, braces against that chunk of metal and gets his feet underneath it. The angle's a little off, just off enough to dislodge it and send it rolling down in her direction. If it misses the mark it should at least buy him a few more seconds. ]