coach gun regained her consciousness. yanking it back to her hands firmly keeping it in place.
“ * amélie, it seems like ‘m not the only one with the dirty tricks huh? ya’ got to be quicker than that darlin’”
hearing her name from the sniper. it felt unfamiliar yet it also familiar since it’s / her /. a shiver flow down her spine as her hand travelled down to her hips. she was caught off guard until the yank of her ——
unfamiliar ﹑ but d e c e n t.
it was the first impression
she had when a hand soon
hugged the length of ashe’s
coach gun. pulling it off the
gang leader’s reach.
“two.”
( body tensed up, ready to defend herself; before rolling her eyes as she heard the familiar accent. her hand grip at her own weapon not budging. )
“couldn’t even face me? that’s awfully cowardly of ya’.”