Heat and panic felt at once. Like sparks, crackling-hot and punching through the channel at the side of her gun. Like smoke, filling her lungs and pluming the short distance between muzzle and body—
A body that no longer exists.
Carolina's shoulder aches where her rifle kicks. She doesn't care. She's far away from herself, a pair of eyes and consciousness plucked from the body at large. A murderer, apparently. Not that she wasn't aware of this already.
Something there— in her corner-vision.
She drops like dead-weight to her knees, throws off her pack and begins the cumbersome ritual of reloading.
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Heat and panic felt at once. Like sparks, crackling-hot and punching through the channel at the side of her gun. Like smoke, filling her lungs and pluming the short distance between muzzle and body—
A body that no longer exists.
Carolina's shoulder aches where her rifle kicks. She doesn't care. She's far away from herself, a pair of eyes and consciousness plucked from the body at large. A murderer, apparently. Not that she wasn't aware of this already.
Something there— in her corner-vision.
She drops like dead-weight to her knees, throws off her pack and begins the cumbersome ritual of reloading.
"What are you?!"