Pancake
Meanwhile, the first shot did directly hit Ao, a perfect headshot in fact, if not for the personal shield generator. The bullet stops inches from Ao’s face and the sound of glass shattering follows. Ao sighs at the scene, both to the stubbornness of Mads, and the usage of the shield generator.
“There goes my lunch money…your bounty be better worth it.”
Ao immediately dashes forward, which for the small size of the motel toilet, it’s almost as if she had teleported right in front of Mads. Immediately after the second shot of Mads, Ao’s punch connects on the handle, twisting a few fingers and sending the revolver to clatter on the ground. Before Mads can react, a kick follows, scoring a clean hit on Mads’ jaw and knocking her unconscious. Standing victorious, Ao halts back from any further aggression, and picks up the revolver instead while inspecting her fist.
“You good? need any patching up?”
Ralmia enters the bathroom, and notices that Ao’s right hand has slightly swollen up despite the cushioning of the stack of sheets.
“Yea, been a while since there’s any chance punching comes as an option.”
Ao blows onto the swollen site and uses one of the sheets to wrap it up.
“Help me fix her jaw and fingers though, don’t want her dad to chew on me for being too harsh on her.”
“On it, anything else?”
“Eh….and stay for dinner, room service should be here anytime, and i can’t quite finish a double portion by myself.”
“Yay!”
With some simple tidying and fixing, the room looks more or less the same as before, with the bathroom door back on its hinges (albeit still slightly curved from the impact. Mads is relocated to one of the bed, Ralmia’s still fumbling with the different pieces of metal that she finds on the bed, while Ao just sits there waiting for her meal.
