There's no time to worry about either of the boys. She feels metal slithering around her ankle again — the cold scales of the snake charm Weyland gifted her years ago, to provide courage and protection. It doesn't block the lightning, but it gives her enough warning to scrabble out of the way.
She hits the ground rolling, the only surefire way she knows of dealing with fire. Her hat comes off somewhere along the way.
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Date: 2012-01-28 02:39 am (UTC)There's no time to worry about either of the boys. She feels metal slithering around her ankle again — the cold scales of the snake charm Weyland gifted her years ago, to provide courage and protection. It doesn't block the lightning, but it gives her enough warning to scrabble out of the way.
She hits the ground rolling, the only surefire way she knows of dealing with fire. Her hat comes off somewhere along the way.