CurtailedAmbrosia
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Her hand rockets into and out of her jacket as her arms uncross, shooting Dog Hat's bestie in the fucking face. Her blue eyes are spark fire as she hits, Lil Devil sending a satisfying recoil thudding through her hand and wrist.
Asshole.
The redhead is uncharacteristically quiet despite the action and violence starting up, despite being dead center of a town surrounded in death and suffering. No one liners or curses, no barbs and jibes, nothing-Kara's manic smile doesn't even reappear, and that sort of seriousness was somehow -lethal-.
She gives Moray's shoulder a backhanded tap and then double times it towards the Plaza when he orders it, gun shots ringing in her ears. He's the expert here, after all-she tended to avoid giant firefights at all costs.
This one was worth it though.
She feels dozens of eyes on her and the Legionnaires that she finds there, and for all her earlier displays of empty headed flippancy, she's now twenty times more vicious in reflection-turning on her heel to drop the closest man to her without blinking, eyes narrowed and her lips pursed together. And then another, this one in the kneecap before a second bullet ruins his face.
She didn't always make the best marksman, but being this angry helps her -focus-, and that focus improves her aim.
And. Fuck. These. Bastards.
They'd kill them all and then they'd cut these people down, and at least THIS group of sociopaths wouldn't be able to hurt anyone ever again. This was the free Mojave, no one should have to put up with this shit.
Asshole.
The redhead is uncharacteristically quiet despite the action and violence starting up, despite being dead center of a town surrounded in death and suffering. No one liners or curses, no barbs and jibes, nothing-Kara's manic smile doesn't even reappear, and that sort of seriousness was somehow -lethal-.
She gives Moray's shoulder a backhanded tap and then double times it towards the Plaza when he orders it, gun shots ringing in her ears. He's the expert here, after all-she tended to avoid giant firefights at all costs.
This one was worth it though.
She feels dozens of eyes on her and the Legionnaires that she finds there, and for all her earlier displays of empty headed flippancy, she's now twenty times more vicious in reflection-turning on her heel to drop the closest man to her without blinking, eyes narrowed and her lips pursed together. And then another, this one in the kneecap before a second bullet ruins his face.
She didn't always make the best marksman, but being this angry helps her -focus-, and that focus improves her aim.
And. Fuck. These. Bastards.
They'd kill them all and then they'd cut these people down, and at least THIS group of sociopaths wouldn't be able to hurt anyone ever again. This was the free Mojave, no one should have to put up with this shit.