[--shit that spreads fast. Offering just barely enough time for Chloe to yank her arm back before the rime crawls far enough to hit skin. She's not thinking. Not really, anyway. Raw and unfocused from lack of sleep, lack of progress, lack of support from someone she'd thought she could rely on.]
Get your hands off of me. [Her spare hand's already at her back when she snaps, unlatches the holster there within less than a beat and-- knowing full well it's nothing to someone like him-- snaps off two shoulder shots with her defender.]
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Get your hands off of me. [Her spare hand's already at her back when she snaps, unlatches the holster there within less than a beat and-- knowing full well it's nothing to someone like him-- snaps off two shoulder shots with her defender.]