The flare of the weapon's discharge is harsh and bright enough to illuminate Horse's face for a moment. She has a vivid scab forming over the side of her head, wide and lumpily textured. Probably looks worse than it is-- scrapes are that way, whereas cuts can go deep but look kind of small. No matter what thumped her head, though, Horse's aim is true. The rupture of the bot makes an unmistakable noise, a garbled squeak that seems nearly like a cry of pain, then metal and glass wrecking into the ground.
Horse swings the lightning rifle back over her shoulder. It starts recharging immediately, but both of them know that takes uncomfortably long considering how many things are in the air right now trying to kill them.] No problem, [Horse says, abruptly all teeth, bright in the semi-darkness. Cheery now.] We got lots of those and you a little one, even with the luggage.
[But she isn't looking at Bella in the eye when she says this, preoccupied, pulling the woman's arm aside to try and have a look at her wound. Crippled? Dying? Circle Y or N for each please, it is relevant for Horse's next brilliant exploit.]
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The flare of the weapon's discharge is harsh and bright enough to illuminate Horse's face for a moment. She has a vivid scab forming over the side of her head, wide and lumpily textured. Probably looks worse than it is-- scrapes are that way, whereas cuts can go deep but look kind of small. No matter what thumped her head, though, Horse's aim is true. The rupture of the bot makes an unmistakable noise, a garbled squeak that seems nearly like a cry of pain, then metal and glass wrecking into the ground.
Horse swings the lightning rifle back over her shoulder. It starts recharging immediately, but both of them know that takes uncomfortably long considering how many things are in the air right now trying to kill them.] No problem, [Horse says, abruptly all teeth, bright in the semi-darkness. Cheery now.] We got lots of those and you a little one, even with the luggage.
[But she isn't looking at Bella in the eye when she says this, preoccupied, pulling the woman's arm aside to try and have a look at her wound. Crippled? Dying? Circle Y or N for each please, it is relevant for Horse's next brilliant exploit.]