H-heh. Yeah. Chest. That thing where breathing kind of hurts. Even against just one opponent, she's supposed to prepare for this kind of thing. Death's spoiled her; she's forgotten what it's like to have a faulty body.
She smiles at Chris, though, and flicks her forehead before rolling off to the side.]
[who knows?]
H-heh. Yeah. Chest. That thing where breathing kind of hurts. Even against just one opponent, she's supposed to prepare for this kind of thing. Death's spoiled her; she's forgotten what it's like to have a faulty body.
She smiles at Chris, though, and flicks her forehead before rolling off to the side.]
Harsh to the end, huh? I'm hurt.
[Can you shoot somebody who's grinning at you?]