[As the situation with Johnny d'Amico's melee mob died (died) down temporarily, Kanaya could afford expending some of her attention on the ranged assailant alone nearby. Arrows. What was this girl so dangerous humans thought she should be locked up (she shouldn't, no one should), from the past? Or just stupidly sentimental? She had no time to figure that out; she simply could see the intractable problem of dispensible ammunition that wouldn't return to its firer automatically.
She put her lipstick (chainsaw) away (into hyperspace) and drew upon her greatest asset: Speed. In a flashing white blur (both her skin and her dress, though the latter was rather stained with enemy blood), she gathered up half a dozen fired arrows and presented the clenched fistful to Katniss (a name she barely knew and wouldn't use) with a single curt word.)]
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She put her lipstick (chainsaw) away (into hyperspace) and drew upon her greatest asset: Speed. In a flashing white blur (both her skin and her dress, though the latter was rather stained with enemy blood), she gathered up half a dozen fired arrows and presented the clenched fistful to Katniss (a name she barely knew and wouldn't use) with a single curt word.)]
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