[He pauses, looking from door to door; one or two are open, and some are hanging from their hinges. He crouches quietly, listens for the sound of breathing.
There. She's winded; that helps him hear her. But she's around a blind corner, and she could throw anything at him.
When he finally ducks inside with a fist full of ice spikes, he has his shoulders hunched and his arms up, to protect his face from the worst of whatever debris comes his way this time.]
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on 2011-06-17 02:54 am (UTC)There. She's winded; that helps him hear her. But she's around a blind corner, and she could throw anything at him.
When he finally ducks inside with a fist full of ice spikes, he has his shoulders hunched and his arms up, to protect his face from the worst of whatever debris comes his way this time.]