[ The downside about this mental and digital tsunami is that it takes work to maintain, work that keeps Lucy focused on one thing and blinded to all other things. Like holding a door closed with all her strength; she doesn't have any hands free to do anything else.
The blast hits her square in a foreleg, and with a gasp, she tumbles forward, catching herself on her arms and other forelegs, but it neatly diverts her attention from her attack. Worse, keeping up a torrent of pressure like that had been tiring, and Lucy's not sure she can engage it again so soon.
Fuck.
But she's not out of options. ]
Fighting to be able to run headlong into your own destruction. Impossible.
[ She rights herself, hair hanging in her eyes, ragged, hands held forward. It only takes a moment to shoot out a bundle of techno-web, and all she can do is hope she's faster than he is. ]
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The blast hits her square in a foreleg, and with a gasp, she tumbles forward, catching herself on her arms and other forelegs, but it neatly diverts her attention from her attack. Worse, keeping up a torrent of pressure like that had been tiring, and Lucy's not sure she can engage it again so soon.
Fuck.
But she's not out of options. ]
Fighting to be able to run headlong into your own destruction. Impossible.
[ She rights herself, hair hanging in her eyes, ragged, hands held forward. It only takes a moment to shoot out a bundle of techno-web, and all she can do is hope she's faster than he is. ]