『 ✯ 』 Maybe she ought to have double checked surroundings. Hassles surely would have been saved upon catching the sight of the destruction from another — one that hadn’t been her cause. But, who was to believe that. Many others shared the label of 'bioterrorist' and the constriction taunts and insults served, she no different and surely blame didn’t matter upon who in specifics, simply what.
But, did they need to send out the heavy armor so quickly? Pupils scrutinized.
Difficulty came when armor was thickened twice and the machine guns were present rather than the automatic rifles the D.U.P. knights lugged. Up close and personal attempts remained negative, tricks proving only worthy of keeping head attached to shoulders. Time was limited, precision came little — beams at rapid fire to induce a chance of success. “ Give me a break! ”
Multiple times forming the gaseous substance into a shield, bullets reflected, visionaries fleeting to search for a potential spot, lips tightening. Aching lined along both shoulders and bones, for not all had been lucky to have been dodged — at least the healing factor helped. Proximity was becoming an issue for the continuous shower of metal was beginning to do its job.
Few options remained, and going with the latter one, pride dropped for once, energy within surged forth into the open splitting into a multitude of particles, brilliance of light sheering into one target; the wall. Last minute coloring sprayed against, momentarily creating a blinding canvas until vanishing over the edge where Abigail’s skin met with the ground when power gave way, forearms that had been in mid air failing folding inwards to keep bone intact. She’d collided into the surface of the roof, three times serving a rolling before gravity wrapped enough to stop and allow, lungs a chance to exhale into coughs, dizziness a fog over pale orifices, hearing though dull then picking up on commands of fellow officers to check the roof. Oh great.
Moving was not an option, it was a demand of the brain, nerve endings to act according and bunch muscles and ligament into moving her body. Pain however reduced it at a much slower rate, the damage done, no healing factor could fix it. Knees bent, back hunched as boots staggered to keep contact until Fetch was half way right up.
Voices grew, vision picking up on the brightened yellow ahead, helmet turned towards others, time slowing before her own presence was noticed.
“ There she is! ”
“ Shit! ” But, of course a shout not directed to her, but another threat seemingly still didn’t halt her enough — neon still accurately shot intended targets; all three of the officers with not a single focus on the second individual. Down, they remained a heap and motionless, yellow upon yellow. Orifices only then when shifting came upon the figure and a facade that expressed surprise, the conduits own automatically reflecting challenging glows despite physical condition although she too was for having not seen them until now. Instead of questioning what they were doing, it came out as a demand.
“ What are you looking at? ”
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