What is it with the hands? She lost two on the last world alone. Those things are a bitch to regrow. Hers snap back at the wrist, bone folding into her forearms.
Ammo's useless. She reaches for lighter fluid instead. Burn out the eyes while Die Spinne has him distracted, then worry about what to do next. Never try to think too far ahead, not when he's like this.
She shifts into a pale skinned, long haired redhead - her James's favourite fetish. The form may mean nothing to this one, but it always makes hers gasp.
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Date: 2006-10-18 01:58 am (UTC)Ammo's useless. She reaches for lighter fluid instead. Burn out the eyes while Die Spinne has him distracted, then worry about what to do next. Never try to think too far ahead, not when he's like this.
She shifts into a pale skinned, long haired redhead - her James's favourite fetish. The form may mean nothing to this one, but it always makes hers gasp.