Of all the weaponry in the realities, guns were the ones she truly hated. She rarely said as much, after all, her brother was addicted to the damn things...but she hated them. Her reaction was instinctive, clawed from her childhood...
...she screamed. A harsh, predatory sound that echoed through the flame like great eagles gone mad. And she pushed at the attacker, wrenching Veronica away from the men, the gun, from the very ground itself in telekinetic fury. She didn't care where the woman landed, as long as she didn't die. Indy, the only person in the group she gave a damn about, was down...
...and so flame, human shaped and power carved, knelt beside her fallen friend, concentrating on the wound.
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Date: 2007-05-27 03:40 pm (UTC)...she screamed. A harsh, predatory sound that echoed through the flame like great eagles gone mad. And she pushed at the attacker, wrenching Veronica away from the men, the gun, from the very ground itself in telekinetic fury. She didn't care where the woman landed, as long as she didn't die. Indy, the only person in the group she gave a damn about, was down...
...and so flame, human shaped and power carved, knelt beside her fallen friend, concentrating on the wound.