[ Peter's hand on her shoulder snaps her back to reality, grounds her a little. They have a job to do.
Her little flash of calm doesn't last long, not when the first man responds to the younger one's grumblings with: "Just go get the damn collar."
And suddenly she's back in the abbey, she's scared for her life and so, so angry as they snap that goddamned collar on her neck, and suddenly everything is pain and her body won't do what she tells it to---
She's flinging the closet door open before she realizes what she's doing. She doesn't even reach for the gun at her back- her hand is already coming up, tattoos bright. She's full of rage, and wrath and ruin, and she channels all of that into her phaselock. Once again, she manages to surprise herself, not to mention the two men in the room.
It's the older of the two she catches in her phaselock, and the instant he's lifted off the ground, the acrid smell of slag fills the air. (A scent Gaige often likens to "piss and nachos".) The man is covered in it, it seeps through his clothes, soaking his skin, making him more vulnerable to the wave of destruction that follows- flame and lightning and acid explode and converge inside the bubble of her phaselock. The man screams, but only for a split second, because moments later there's not much of him left.
The younger of the pair is standing wide-eyed in the corner near the closet door. Fortunately- for Peter and Maya, at least- he has a Siren standing with wings unfurled and tattoos bright between him and any chance of escape. Maya doesn't trust herself to turn and face him, so she speaks without turning around, ]
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Her little flash of calm doesn't last long, not when the first man responds to the younger one's grumblings with: "Just go get the damn collar."
And suddenly she's back in the abbey, she's scared for her life and so, so angry as they snap that goddamned collar on her neck, and suddenly everything is pain and her body won't do what she tells it to---
She's flinging the closet door open before she realizes what she's doing. She doesn't even reach for the gun at her back- her hand is already coming up, tattoos bright. She's full of rage, and wrath and ruin, and she channels all of that into her phaselock. Once again, she manages to surprise herself, not to mention the two men in the room.
It's the older of the two she catches in her phaselock, and the instant he's lifted off the ground, the acrid smell of slag fills the air. (A scent Gaige often likens to "piss and nachos".) The man is covered in it, it seeps through his clothes, soaking his skin, making him more vulnerable to the wave of destruction that follows- flame and lightning and acid explode and converge inside the bubble of her phaselock. The man screams, but only for a split second, because moments later there's not much of him left.
The younger of the pair is standing wide-eyed in the corner near the closet door. Fortunately- for Peter and Maya, at least- he has a Siren standing with wings unfurled and tattoos bright between him and any chance of escape. Maya doesn't trust herself to turn and face him, so she speaks without turning around, ]
You'd better grab him Peter.