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03/11/12(Sun)00:59 No.18283192>>18283120 >The door to the study bursts in with a slam, and you swing up to one knee, your hands read to deal death in several flavors. Amelia has rushed in, scanning the situation in an instant. She's holding two automatic handguns which you don't recognize immediately. Seeing only you, she levels them at your chest, snapping off the safeties and pulling back the hammer on one. Your instincts scream out in self-defense, while your brain, still racked with pain, tries to catch up to the situation with a rational response, but keeps failing. After half a second, which feels like an instant, she hasn't pointed the guns away, and every fiber of you calls out for you to act.
>You flare two psibolts, one in either hand, and cross your arms over your body to conjure your barrier, which harkens to life before Amelia can pull the trigger. Or so you thought as half a dozen bullets smack into your chest plate before you're even done getting the barrier up.
>Realizing her tactic is in effective, she hurls the guns at you, one bounces harmlessly off your chest, but he other clonks you in the forehead, right between the head, and the pain in your brain triples, and you feel like your head may explode, as you stumble up to your feet. Your vision clears you can see Amelia drawing another slender gun from a holster on her inner thigh, which she brings up and fires twice with a hiss of air, before you can even count the shots. You feel a pair of sharp stings in your neck, and a cold, numb sensation begins to start in your neck, and flows into your chest. You feel a little sleepy. |