[The weapon makes her hesitate for an instant, she pauses to eye it, then just knits her brows together and hisses at him again. Is that toy supposed to scare her? Fine then, if he wants a real fight, she'll give him a real fight. She pounces, but not fast enough to dodge a bullet, and the agonizing pain makes her leg buckle and fold into itself. She hits the ground hard, curled up with one hand holding her leg and the other clawing at the ice and snow. She's still, stubbornly, trying to get at him.
Of course she tries to get up again, but she can't get more than a few inches off the ground before the pain makes her stop to curl her hands around it. And of course, she struggles, kicking and hissing and looking positively furious. She shrieks a mess of incomprehensible babble Vash's way, her wide eye staring at him, cursing him quietly. After a few minutes of breathing hard, she tries again, trying to force herself to get up and to him.
It doesn't work. Perona gets as far as a few measly inches before she crumples up once more. This time, she kicks out with both legs, clawing and scratching at the ice and snow and lets out a high-pitched shriek. She's enraged that she can't even pursue her prey. And that rage manifests into something white and wispy - like a cloudy mist surrounding her body. Glaring at Vash again, she roars at him, baring her teeth and fangs, and an explosion of white, ghostly forms spread out from the white mist that once surrounded her, flying every way, though some charge him.
Ghosts. A good dozen or more of Perona's negative ghosts erupted from her body, though only a few (two at best) will come at Vash with a vengeance.]
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Of course she tries to get up again, but she can't get more than a few inches off the ground before the pain makes her stop to curl her hands around it. And of course, she struggles, kicking and hissing and looking positively furious. She shrieks a mess of incomprehensible babble Vash's way, her wide eye staring at him, cursing him quietly. After a few minutes of breathing hard, she tries again, trying to force herself to get up and to him.
It doesn't work. Perona gets as far as a few measly inches before she crumples up once more. This time, she kicks out with both legs, clawing and scratching at the ice and snow and lets out a high-pitched shriek. She's enraged that she can't even pursue her prey. And that rage manifests into something white and wispy - like a cloudy mist surrounding her body. Glaring at Vash again, she roars at him, baring her teeth and fangs, and an explosion of white, ghostly forms spread out from the white mist that once surrounded her, flying every way, though some charge him.
Ghosts. A good dozen or more of Perona's negative ghosts erupted from her body, though only a few (two at best) will come at Vash with a vengeance.]