[ Suddenly there's a hand on her shoulder, yanking her backward, and she whirls around to come face-to-face with, presumably, another one of Tukkir's guards. He's a big man, broad and muscular, and- judging by the odd way his clothing bulges- probably wearing some kind of body armor.
He makes a grab for her arm, but she gets her gun up between them and squeezes the trigger, pouring bullets point-blank into his gut. The bullets don't seem to bother him, but the fire that suddenly catches on the fabric of his clothes sure does. His grip loosens and she breaks away, backing into the storage room to join Peter.
The thunderous sound of footsteps suggest backup is on the way. ]
What do you think the odds are that this place has a back door?
[ Somehow this is calming. It's just fighting, and she's done it a million times before. ]
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[ Suddenly there's a hand on her shoulder, yanking her backward, and she whirls around to come face-to-face with, presumably, another one of Tukkir's guards. He's a big man, broad and muscular, and- judging by the odd way his clothing bulges- probably wearing some kind of body armor.
He makes a grab for her arm, but she gets her gun up between them and squeezes the trigger, pouring bullets point-blank into his gut. The bullets don't seem to bother him, but the fire that suddenly catches on the fabric of his clothes sure does. His grip loosens and she breaks away, backing into the storage room to join Peter.
The thunderous sound of footsteps suggest backup is on the way. ]
What do you think the odds are that this place has a back door?
[ Somehow this is calming. It's just fighting, and she's done it a million times before. ]