The words were out of one of the thugs mouth: Hit Girl didn't know which one. What she did know, however, was the intent once the words started: and now, without even thinking about it, she entered back into that mode where everything slowed down. If one could describe it, it was everything was in black and white, blurring together. Only for a fleeting moment did Hit girl think something was wrong with the Sensorium, and then she realized it was the Sensorium, but HER. It was pure intention that was making her move through regular time.
And, of course, that mattered less when her friend had the potential to get shot.
SLICE.
"Augh!" Hand went flying, and then Hit Girl was at the next guy, barreling through him with the butterfly knife, rolling to the ground and back up, glocks in hands. The words were at "...her out..." when the bullets started to fire, and the men were getting pumped full, not quite understanding hwo they couldn't see her. Five. Seven. Ten.
Duck.
Hit Girl dove on the floor and time was starting to speed up, but only because she was loading her guns and off she went again, the body count to seventeen before she got close enough to Ruff to knock her to the floor, right behind the bar.
Twenty down, twenty left. Hit Girl's heart was thumping mad in her chest, her shoulder was scraped to shit and there was an endless barrage of gun fire behind them.
And she was grinning her head off, despite it all.
"Dude, I don't know how, but you just inspired me to do something I didn't even do on the mission. Now go take out some of those guys!"
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"An interloper! Take her out!"
The words were out of one of the thugs mouth: Hit Girl didn't know which one. What she did know, however, was the intent once the words started: and now, without even thinking about it, she entered back into that mode where everything slowed down. If one could describe it, it was everything was in black and white, blurring together. Only for a fleeting moment did Hit girl think something was wrong with the Sensorium, and then she realized it was the Sensorium, but HER. It was pure intention that was making her move through regular time.
And, of course, that mattered less when her friend had the potential to get shot.
SLICE.
"Augh!" Hand went flying, and then Hit Girl was at the next guy, barreling through him with the butterfly knife, rolling to the ground and back up, glocks in hands. The words were at "...her out..." when the bullets started to fire, and the men were getting pumped full, not quite understanding hwo they couldn't see her. Five. Seven. Ten.
Duck.
Hit Girl dove on the floor and time was starting to speed up, but only because she was loading her guns and off she went again, the body count to seventeen before she got close enough to Ruff to knock her to the floor, right behind the bar.
Twenty down, twenty left. Hit Girl's heart was thumping mad in her chest, her shoulder was scraped to shit and there was an endless barrage of gun fire behind them.
And she was grinning her head off, despite it all.
"Dude, I don't know how, but you just inspired me to do something I didn't even do on the mission. Now go take out some of those guys!"