[While she's at this distance, it's easy to hypnotize her, so his eyes shift red. But the seconds-long delay is too long with a blade ripping through the fibers of his bicep, fingers curling desperately around the gun and firing uselessly at air. His is a child's body, despite everything, and the pain locks down on him like a vice. It takes everything not to screw both his watering eyes shut as he lets out a hardly-suppressed scream. He needs one to aim.
Fortunately, the new pain makes him forget that of the blade in his chest. So he lets go and fetches his second gun. Fire at her. Fire at her head, her neck, chest, anywhere, just make her stop.]
action; thanks!
Fortunately, the new pain makes him forget that of the blade in his chest. So he lets go and fetches his second gun. Fire at her. Fire at her head, her neck, chest, anywhere, just make her stop.]