[It comes in the nick of time, really; just moments before, she'd found herself surrounded. Surrounded, with only a weapon that proved mostly ineffective at stopping them. One moment, she's unsure of how she's going to get out of this, but the next, they stop. Turn their attention away from her, before everything's obscured by a white light.
Instinct tells her to run. Every second is precious, and she's lucky enough to have been granted an opportunity to escape. But for the moment, she's frozen.]
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Instinct tells her to run. Every second is precious, and she's lucky enough to have been granted an opportunity to escape. But for the moment, she's frozen.]