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Post by Jazz-3 on May 23, 2008 21:27:02 GMT -5
The trite phrase 'You're beautiful when you're angry' so does not work here.
The minute satisfaction that Jazz gained by shattering the shield evaporates as the suddenly flat and almost featureless world is presented to optics not used to the simple visual data. And Pee-Dee's face is within that scope. The expression takes a minute to register. Not fear-- that would be encouraging. It's anger. A scowl.
That minute is costly. The snarl, and the lunge take the silver Autobot completely offguard. The strike completes the damage in the arm-- which is funnily not in the proper place to allow the shield to take the brunt of the damage. The arm is protecting the face, as Jazz cringes away from the blow.
"Gyah-- I-m sorry--"
The shield hits the ground, loosed from its housing.....
And if Pee-Dee doesn't swing again, there's going to be a silver streak in a random direction as Jazz flees.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 28, 2008 16:33:45 GMT -5
Silver arms crossed over the face-
Cringing, just cringing, from her-
Pee-Dee stands in the middle of the street, arm lowered, Jazz's shield at her feet, staring in utter bafflement at Jazz's retreating form. Was he scared? Of her? Why?
... Oh.
The Junkion kneels down and picks up Jazz's discarded shield. Running her fingers over the grips, she determines that it won't fit on her arm and lets it drop back to the ground.
As soon as she grabbed her gun, it's time to get back on her search. She has people to find.
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Out of thread.
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