Chamber of Gaf
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- Posted: Tue, 14 Aug 2012 23:44:40 +0000
...you can call me, Red Volt!
Dillon was caught by the throat. In one fluid motion, the woman had sidestepped her attack, simultaneously hooking her neck in her arm. Another move, and Dillon was heading head first towards the ground with no means of catching herself.
And then, contact.
With a sharp crack, her forehead collided with the floor. Everything flashed. Got fuzzy. Was she even conscious? For several seconds, the girl lost track of where she was. Squinting against the spots in her eyes, Red Volt staggered on her knees, trying to regain balance. Her face was hot, her eyes tearing from pain and embarrassment. And her legs wouldn't work. She couldn’t let her first attempt end like this…
Reaching shakily for her belt, Dillon felt for her grapple. Last chance. Her vision was blurring, but she could make out Alice’s form. Lesson one. Sweep for the legs.
Taking aim as best she could, she pulled the trigger, aiming for the back of the knees.