He snarls, his face a mask of rage. He has to shift the shield a bit to deflect the crystals. He's forgotten Annabelle entirely. This is a very bad idea. She can't quite get a body shot, alas, but being shot in the arm with a .45 hurts, a lot.
"You bitch!," he snarls at Annabelle, his hand moving to try and staunch the flow of blood. He throws his power at her again, but he's planning to affect her body not her mind this time.
Thankfully, the shield absorbs most of the attempt to crush her heart, but an observer can hear ribs crack and Annabelle lets out a pained noise before she collapses, unconscious.
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Date: 2010-04-05 09:39 pm (UTC)"You bitch!," he snarls at Annabelle, his hand moving to try and staunch the flow of blood. He throws his power at her again, but he's planning to affect her body not her mind this time.
Thankfully, the shield absorbs most of the attempt to crush her heart, but an observer can hear ribs crack and Annabelle lets out a pained noise before she collapses, unconscious.