[ her feet seem to freeze in place. stiles or not, the phrase cows her: you cheap little... an over-active imagination fills in the blanks with all the terrible things she's heard. and even if she'd run, she wouldn't have outpaced the sudden onslaught of water.
paradoxically, it is his attack that draws her back to lucidity. the joy and playfulness of the sudden spray of water from the better gun sends a shock through her system. again, she shrieks. and she paws on her eyes, wiping water away. at some point, she'd dropped her pistol in surprise. ]
No fair -- I'd gotten you! [ she protests with an exhausted laugh. ]
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paradoxically, it is his attack that draws her back to lucidity. the joy and playfulness of the sudden spray of water from the better gun sends a shock through her system. again, she shrieks. and she paws on her eyes, wiping water away. at some point, she'd dropped her pistol in surprise. ]
No fair -- I'd gotten you! [ she protests with an exhausted laugh. ]