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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Shite was her first thought as her shield shattered. Pandora managed to turn her shoulder slightly where the recoil didn't quite send her back, though she did feel it. With most other opponents, she still might have gotten somewhere, but she could tell from his body language he had some move up his sleeve.

She knew it was best to stay out of reach of those hands. She was moving too fast to stop or turn, and with a mental sigh she knew what to do. A small part of her mind went 'this is going to hurt later,' but right now it would take something huge to knock her into pain enough to distract.

Dora dropped to her knees just outside his reach, still moving, sliding across the floor. She distantly felt the abrasions and wistfully wished for her boots or robes. Or both. She crossed her arms into an X in front of her face protectively, knife and wand still in hand, and pretty much barrelled straight at his legs from close distance at a pretty decent speed.