[The gun is moving -- her hand missed it, because it was too low -- but instead of ducking away, she drops down and catches it in her shoulder. Something she has never felt before -- intense physical pain -- rushes through her, but the adrenaline is overriding it and she forces herself at the gun. If she can just disarm him, then she can take him apart at will...
Blood is soaking into her gray shirt now, but nothing vital has been hit -- even so, big holes in the body are still big holes whether or not they're in an important location, and she won't be able to keep this up.
She grabs for the gun arm, this time trying to pin his forearm and drive the laser-blade into it. She doesn't need to cut the arm off; doing damage to the tendons will prevent his hand from closing.
She hopes. Her mind is a little fuzzier than it usually is, because the biological rush is getting in the way. Damn human body.]
Re: action; you're fine! :)
Blood is soaking into her gray shirt now, but nothing vital has been hit -- even so, big holes in the body are still big holes whether or not they're in an important location, and she won't be able to keep this up.
She grabs for the gun arm, this time trying to pin his forearm and drive the laser-blade into it. She doesn't need to cut the arm off; doing damage to the tendons will prevent his hand from closing.
She hopes. Her mind is a little fuzzier than it usually is, because the biological rush is getting in the way. Damn human body.]