[ The yank sideways does succeed in temporarily getting her off balance - Panty stumbles to regain her footing, allowing Cloud to push her backwards a fair distance before she can widen her stance and halt his advance.
Damn it. This isn't working.
By now one of her hands has come up to grip his wrist, digging her nails in none-too-gently while they glare at each other. Mostly being petty when she can, seeing as Cloud is far too wise to her tricks to let up even a little bit over some minor scratches. Stalemate. He could arguably turn her aside with enough effort, but that wouldn't keep her from getting up and starting the process all over again.
For once in her life brute strength isn't going to get her out of this. Stocking would laugh her fat diabetic ass off if she --
...
...wait.
Stocking. What would Stocking do if she was in Panty's shoes? That girl's a gigantic thorn in Panty's side, but she always has a way to find an angle to open someone up to Backlace's bullets. Think, Panty.
The angel's eyes narrow as the gears in her head start turning, gaze darting from glaring at Cloud, to the empty hallway on either side, to the claws anchored in the white bone of her horns. She needs distance. And to do that, she has to... ]
!
[ There it is. That little lightbulb moment. The snarl on her lips begins to change into a sly smile instead, the terseness of her shoulders relaxing to match the worryingly conversational tone of her voice, as if they aren't currently locked in a wrestling match. ]
You know, this could be so much easier if you could just... get a grip.
[ Pun or warning? You decide.
She'll wait only long enough for Cloud to register what's about to happen as she abruptly sidesteps and pivots in the same motion, fingers still locked tight around his wrist as she uses the momentum of his forward motion to whip them both around with increasing speed. At least up until she comes to a dead stop while a) letting go of him, b) sticking a leg out to upset his balance, and c) bringing Backlace up with the hammer already cocked back with a thumb.
If the momentum doesn't send him flying down the hallway first, the deafening 'B A N G !' as Backlace fires can only mean a heavenly bullet is hot on his heels to send him on his way.
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Damn it. This isn't working.
By now one of her hands has come up to grip his wrist, digging her nails in none-too-gently while they glare at each other. Mostly being petty when she can, seeing as Cloud is far too wise to her tricks to let up even a little bit over some minor scratches.
Stalemate. He could arguably turn her aside with enough effort, but that wouldn't keep her from getting up and starting the process all over again.
For once in her life brute strength isn't going to get her out of this. Stocking would laugh her fat diabetic ass off if she --
...
...wait.
Stocking.
What would Stocking do if she was in Panty's shoes? That girl's a gigantic thorn in Panty's side, but she always has a way to find an angle to open someone up to Backlace's bullets. Think, Panty.
The angel's eyes narrow as the gears in her head start turning, gaze darting from glaring at Cloud, to the empty hallway on either side, to the claws anchored in the white bone of her horns.
She needs distance. And to do that, she has to... ]
!
[ There it is. That little lightbulb moment.
The snarl on her lips begins to change into a sly smile instead, the terseness of her shoulders relaxing to match the worryingly conversational tone of her voice, as if they aren't currently locked in a wrestling match. ]
You know, this could be so much easier if you could just... get a grip.
[ Pun or warning? You decide.
She'll wait only long enough for Cloud to register what's about to happen as she abruptly sidesteps and pivots in the same motion, fingers still locked tight around his wrist as she uses the momentum of his forward motion to whip them both around with increasing speed. At least up until she comes to a dead stop while a) letting go of him, b) sticking a leg out to upset his balance, and c) bringing Backlace up with the hammer already cocked back with a thumb.
If the momentum doesn't send him flying down the hallway first, the deafening 'B A N G !' as Backlace fires can only mean a heavenly bullet is hot on his heels to send him on his way.
A literal parting shot. Deal with it. ]