emma is not a very good amazon (![]() ![]() |
Even if both had managed to come up with ways to counter the "threat" she'd made, that was kind of beside the point because she hadn't made it with any intention of following through. No, it had simply been a way to deflect their attention away from snarking at one another. And, well, it had worked. Maybe not perfectly, but it was better than nothing.
Her smile grew as Loki healed her, the pain she was feeling easing quite a bit. Then Gabriel finished the job and, by the time he was done, she was already on her feet and grinning in a very predatory way. "Only eighteen?" she quipped as she heaved aside a large chunk of stone and picked up her knife. Turning her attention to one of the Weeping Angels who was still standing there, staring at her with its mouth wide open in a clear scream for others to join it, Emma tacked on in a scarily polite tone, "Excuse me, but you're standing between me and my gun. That's not a good place to be, buddy."
Then she backhanded the creature against the far wall, not even watching as it shattered into a few thousand pieces. Bending down, she picked up the shotgun her dad had given her a while back. She could still feel the weight of the shells in her jacket pocket, which meant that ammo might be a little tight but was definitely not a real issue at the moment. So, calmly loading two shells into the chambers of the gun, she glanced first to Gabriel then to Loki.
"Are you two coming or not?" she teased before turning on her heel and calmly blowing off the heads of two angels at the end of the alley.