Trying something that doesn't work a second time seems to work now, doesn't it? Of course it's pure luck on Apollo's end that Qilby's powers are limited, because otherwise she wouldn't have made any progress. But they are and she does, managing to clip him with one of her randomly thrown rocks. She doesn't have nearly as much control over her rock projectiles as she'd like, being used to being known for her impeccable aim with other projectiles, but it's a hit, his portals are down, and it's good enough.
She doesn't stop coming his way as he gets back to his feet, but she is stomping her way over in a brisk walk instead of a run. Determined, also annoyed, but clearly seeming to think she has the upper hand right now.
"The pebbles are new!" She barks back, "I don't fuckin' fight like you, I use force an' good ol' fashioned fisticuffs, remember?" Apollo is absolutely a brawler, she wants to punch him in the face with her bare fists, or wrestle him to the ground, or kick him in the teeth, or something. She'd rather see blood than bruises. "An' I fight with fuckin'--"
Guns, which she realizes she doesn't have when she instinctively reaches to the hips to grab her pistols. A shriek and a curse later, she's raising her hand up to put her fingers in her mouth to make for a louder whistle, hoping to fuck Metalhead hasn't wandered too far away (because yes, she leaves her weapons with her monster dog). But she isn't going to stand around waiting, she's aggravated enough by her own damn mistake that she charges forward in his direction, fully intending to knock him to the ground with sheer brute force if he doesn't get out of the way.
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She doesn't stop coming his way as he gets back to his feet, but she is stomping her way over in a brisk walk instead of a run. Determined, also annoyed, but clearly seeming to think she has the upper hand right now.
"The pebbles are new!" She barks back, "I don't fuckin' fight like you, I use force an' good ol' fashioned fisticuffs, remember?" Apollo is absolutely a brawler, she wants to punch him in the face with her bare fists, or wrestle him to the ground, or kick him in the teeth, or something. She'd rather see blood than bruises. "An' I fight with fuckin'--"
Guns, which she realizes she doesn't have when she instinctively reaches to the hips to grab her pistols. A shriek and a curse later, she's raising her hand up to put her fingers in her mouth to make for a louder whistle, hoping to fuck Metalhead hasn't wandered too far away (because yes, she leaves her weapons with her monster dog). But she isn't going to stand around waiting, she's aggravated enough by her own damn mistake that she charges forward in his direction, fully intending to knock him to the ground with sheer brute force if he doesn't get out of the way.