"Well," you say, "you sure kicked things off with a bang."
She orients on you, then charges. You dance backwards.
"What do guys you even want, anyway? This seems like a risky line of business."
She closes and swipes; you slap-parry and grab wrists. You're stronger than her, but not by much. She's enhanced.
"Good armor, strong bodymods. Whoever you are, you're rich." She tries twisting away, and you yank her back. "Why shoot firefighters?"
She stares at you, and sets her jaw. "You're
not a firefighter." Then she rabbitkicks you in the belly, and you laugh involuntarily.
It's not quite
pretty, your laugh. (Hot -
maybe. It is dangerous, and powerful, in a throaty sort of way. But you try to keep a tight lid on that.)
So for the most part, it's with
concerned amusement that you come back to yourself. To the armored woman, hands to the sides of her helmet, fibers starting to peel from ballistic faceplate. Shards of window falling like rain. White-hot pain in your abdomen, almost gone. You make yourself stop laughing, although it makes you feel ill. She slumps in relief.
Now for restraint and questioning.
Trying something new this time: the vote docket will be next update. Soliciting suggestions as to what should be on it.