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thing over and over and expect a different result. Now was the time to act. I couldn't risk that they'd find my gun and relieve me of it.
I reached forward to dig the nails on my left hand into the cornrowed Rhino's leathery skin. Wishing him ill was all I needed to do to start this game. Once I'd seen the black snake up his arm, I reached my right hand back for the gun. Before they could process what was happening, I'd aimed it at the farthest Rhino's right eye and squeezed the trigger.
Apollo's Warning slowed the scene down to a crawl. Surprisingly there was a bullet headed for my head. My head! Not only was it unheard of for a Rhino to carry a gun, my brain was the one thing I wasn't certain I could heal. And these guys weren't supposed to be smart enough to go for the brain!
I slid down out of Cornrow's hands before time resumed its normal flow. The shot rang out, bullet narrowly missing my skull. The heat of it fluffed my hair on its forward trajectory. I followed their attack up with one of my own, aiming at the next farthest Rhino's right eye. They were getting closer. I was screwed if they all jumped me at once because I doubted that even though they looked like professional wrestlers we'd be pretend-fighting.
My warning system kicked in with a low moan. Another bullet was hurdling through the air toward my chest. I wasn't going to be able to slide down out of that one's path. So I stepped aside, back where Cornrow could get me. I was taking a chance that he wasn't too incapacitated to hurt me.
Thankfully he was too busy clutching his chest to bother with me even as his boss waved his hands frantically while squeaking out orders. Let me tell you, Mickey Mouse screaming "annihilate her, you dumb fucks!" is funny enough to distract a girl from her purpose. Temporarily at least.
The next slow down in time proved a bit of a mess. There were three bullets. They weren't fucking around anymore. One was headed toward my skull. The other two must have come from Rhinos missing eyeballs because one bullet sailed toward Cornrow and the other would hit the empty cage to our right.
I ducked down then hopped out of the way of Cornrow's protective bulk. Time resumed its rapid pace. Three more shots rang out and time, of course, slowed to a crawl. This was getting to be ridiculous. I couldn't keep fighting fires. I had to stop them before they started.
I moved just enough to avoid most of the bullets, aimed my gun while I did so and shot the right eye out on the only Rhino with both peepers left. A searing pain hit my abdomen where a bullet sliced through it. I did my utmost to ignore the throb while aiming at the left eye of the farthest goon.
The screaming in the room was music to my ears. It gave me enough time to shoot out the other eye on the second farthest goon. Now I had one near-corpse to my right and two blind Rhinos howling in pain as well as one half-blind goon who was advancing on me. Oh, and Chetey Mouse.
My hands couldn't get the gun aimed on the half-blind guy fast enough before he'd gotten hold of me. He brandished me like a person-shaped club into the cinderblock wall. The gun in my right hand hit first. My fingers bent back with a snap. I yelped as my piece fell from my limp digits.
Now was a good time to experiment with sending the plague through places other than my hands. I'd done it earlier. I was confident I could do it again. The Rhino's hand brushed the skin of my neck. I hoped that was enough. But just in case, I flailed my left arm out in an attempt to grab him elsewhere.
He choked from my diseased attack on the upswing. The plague had hit him hard enough that his strength already sapped. I slipped out of his fingers, once again slamming into the wall at full speed. This time I could almost feel my brain bashing against the inside of my skull. If I never saw another cinderblock wall I'd be a happy camper.
I lay limp until the telltale tingling of my senses forced me to act. It took most
I reached forward to dig the nails on my left hand into the cornrowed Rhino's leathery skin. Wishing him ill was all I needed to do to start this game. Once I'd seen the black snake up his arm, I reached my right hand back for the gun. Before they could process what was happening, I'd aimed it at the farthest Rhino's right eye and squeezed the trigger.
Apollo's Warning slowed the scene down to a crawl. Surprisingly there was a bullet headed for my head. My head! Not only was it unheard of for a Rhino to carry a gun, my brain was the one thing I wasn't certain I could heal. And these guys weren't supposed to be smart enough to go for the brain!
I slid down out of Cornrow's hands before time resumed its normal flow. The shot rang out, bullet narrowly missing my skull. The heat of it fluffed my hair on its forward trajectory. I followed their attack up with one of my own, aiming at the next farthest Rhino's right eye. They were getting closer. I was screwed if they all jumped me at once because I doubted that even though they looked like professional wrestlers we'd be pretend-fighting.
My warning system kicked in with a low moan. Another bullet was hurdling through the air toward my chest. I wasn't going to be able to slide down out of that one's path. So I stepped aside, back where Cornrow could get me. I was taking a chance that he wasn't too incapacitated to hurt me.
Thankfully he was too busy clutching his chest to bother with me even as his boss waved his hands frantically while squeaking out orders. Let me tell you, Mickey Mouse screaming "annihilate her, you dumb fucks!" is funny enough to distract a girl from her purpose. Temporarily at least.
The next slow down in time proved a bit of a mess. There were three bullets. They weren't fucking around anymore. One was headed toward my skull. The other two must have come from Rhinos missing eyeballs because one bullet sailed toward Cornrow and the other would hit the empty cage to our right.
I ducked down then hopped out of the way of Cornrow's protective bulk. Time resumed its rapid pace. Three more shots rang out and time, of course, slowed to a crawl. This was getting to be ridiculous. I couldn't keep fighting fires. I had to stop them before they started.
I moved just enough to avoid most of the bullets, aimed my gun while I did so and shot the right eye out on the only Rhino with both peepers left. A searing pain hit my abdomen where a bullet sliced through it. I did my utmost to ignore the throb while aiming at the left eye of the farthest goon.
The screaming in the room was music to my ears. It gave me enough time to shoot out the other eye on the second farthest goon. Now I had one near-corpse to my right and two blind Rhinos howling in pain as well as one half-blind goon who was advancing on me. Oh, and Chetey Mouse.
My hands couldn't get the gun aimed on the half-blind guy fast enough before he'd gotten hold of me. He brandished me like a person-shaped club into the cinderblock wall. The gun in my right hand hit first. My fingers bent back with a snap. I yelped as my piece fell from my limp digits.
Now was a good time to experiment with sending the plague through places other than my hands. I'd done it earlier. I was confident I could do it again. The Rhino's hand brushed the skin of my neck. I hoped that was enough. But just in case, I flailed my left arm out in an attempt to grab him elsewhere.
He choked from my diseased attack on the upswing. The plague had hit him hard enough that his strength already sapped. I slipped out of his fingers, once again slamming into the wall at full speed. This time I could almost feel my brain bashing against the inside of my skull. If I never saw another cinderblock wall I'd be a happy camper.
I lay limp until the telltale tingling of my senses forced me to act. It took most
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