[ She's wide-eyed, trembling as she holds the flare gun in her hands. She doesn't want to shoot it, she doesn't even really know if she actually can. It was for emergencies only — someone would come help her if she used it. But she's not thinking about that, she's not really sure what she's thinking of at all.
There's a fraught moment: Chloe moving like a blur and she inhales, attempting to step back as she lunges for her. Something collides with her face, right in the eye. Everything goes hot-white and sharp for one blinding moment, losing the flare gun immediately.
She staggers back — one hand going to her face, uttering a strange sound. That hot-white seeps into something dark and quiet as she keeps falling back until something solid hits her back and she slides down to the floor in a heap, out cold. ]
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There's a fraught moment: Chloe moving like a blur and she inhales, attempting to step back as she lunges for her. Something collides with her face, right in the eye. Everything goes hot-white and sharp for one blinding moment, losing the flare gun immediately.
She staggers back — one hand going to her face, uttering a strange sound. That hot-white seeps into something dark and quiet as she keeps falling back until something solid hits her back and she slides down to the floor in a heap, out cold. ]