Luckily, the place was perfectly set up for the highly aerial style of fighting O-Ren loved best, and the huge wooden columns and huge opposing targets made for good springboards. She made it her business to cut through the crowd towards the stairs; though she was counting her bullets, she had little doubt that it would be sword to sword with Bill.
As her feet hit the floorboards in front of the first step, she felt fingers take hold in her hair from behind, sending her skidding backwards. She kipped back up to her feet, putting a bullet between the man's eyes, but already she could see more of them closing in-- and Bill turning away, going through the doors to the courtyard outside. "No," she screamed, turning to place Arya, unable to leave her, unable to let the last of her work slip away.
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Date: 2009-10-12 02:29 am (UTC)As her feet hit the floorboards in front of the first step, she felt fingers take hold in her hair from behind, sending her skidding backwards. She kipped back up to her feet, putting a bullet between the man's eyes, but already she could see more of them closing in-- and Bill turning away, going through the doors to the courtyard outside. "No," she screamed, turning to place Arya, unable to leave her, unable to let the last of her work slip away.