Arya wondered if she should switch to a blade. She only had so many bullets.
Then again, there were only so many of them, and some of them had guns, too. She was going for them, first, using pillars and tables and even their own fellows for cover, squeezing off a round every time she saw a hand come up, but ignoring the ones that were trying to close was getting wearisome.
She rolled across a table as a chain slapped down where she'd been, kicked it up and into his face as she leapt to the next, looked around and didn't see a single gun left in a hand that wasn't twitching. Clubs, chains, knives, certainly. And swords.
"I'm not scared of you," she told them, and found that it was true. All the adrenaline coursing through her left no room for it. She brought the gun up on one of them, with a katana in his hands and another on his hip.
The gun clicked empty. He charged. "Because this is probably a dream," she said, and simply threw the gun into his face. She'd known how many bullets she'd used. She could count, and his surprised flinch as it crushed his nose let her slip past the blade, put her knife in his throat with one hand and draw that sword on his hip with the other.
"And in my dreams," she said, spinning clear, eyes snapping to a target to her left, who braced himself, only to look surprised as she lashed out to her right, took down another, snarling, "I'm a wolf."
She wondered how O-Ren was getting on. For all her tough talk, she didn't know how long she could keep this up.
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Then again, there were only so many of them, and some of them had guns, too. She was going for them, first, using pillars and tables and even their own fellows for cover, squeezing off a round every time she saw a hand come up, but ignoring the ones that were trying to close was getting wearisome.
She rolled across a table as a chain slapped down where she'd been, kicked it up and into his face as she leapt to the next, looked around and didn't see a single gun left in a hand that wasn't twitching. Clubs, chains, knives, certainly. And swords.
"I'm not scared of you," she told them, and found that it was true. All the adrenaline coursing through her left no room for it. She brought the gun up on one of them, with a katana in his hands and another on his hip.
The gun clicked empty. He charged. "Because this is probably a dream," she said, and simply threw the gun into his face. She'd known how many bullets she'd used. She could count, and his surprised flinch as it crushed his nose let her slip past the blade, put her knife in his throat with one hand and draw that sword on his hip with the other.
"And in my dreams," she said, spinning clear, eyes snapping to a target to her left, who braced himself, only to look surprised as she lashed out to her right, took down another, snarling, "I'm a wolf."
She wondered how O-Ren was getting on. For all her tough talk, she didn't know how long she could keep this up.