[Unseen, she shakes her head, but she doesn't say anything more to his first words. She tries to take another step forward, but it feels, suddenly, like she's frozen. She's not a good shot; her aim was poor before she lost her arm. She knows this. From this distance, there's a chance she might miss. A few more steps, and she'll have a better chance, and much less of an excuse not to fire. It shouldn't be this difficult. She already made her choice. Now she only has to see it through, but she can't force herself to move.
That is, until he speaks again, and she feels anger swell up inside her, hot and fierce.]
Has all of this been entertaining enough for you, you fucking piece of shit?
[As she continues to move the sword along with her, she moves closer. She raises the gun. She's almost ready to fire.]
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That is, until he speaks again, and she feels anger swell up inside her, hot and fierce.]
Has all of this been entertaining enough for you, you fucking piece of shit?
[As she continues to move the sword along with her, she moves closer. She raises the gun. She's almost ready to fire.]