No. She hadn't. Not really. It wasn't a scrape like the one she'd received nor a killing blow, but it was enough to cause the guard a bit of trouble. At the very least, he was going to be knocked out for quite some time. But it was evident that Sasha wasn't going to stop now. She only half heard Nico calling her name, speaking to her, desperately trying to get her to come back. But she was going, and she was going fast.
She had her palms pointed at a guard who seemed panicked enough to just start spraying bullets at her. But her anger was consuming her, fueling her power, and she was able to focus on every single bullet flying at her, stopping them all in mid-flight. But unlike the ones that fell to the floor, these were turning around toward the guard who had run out of bullets now and stood froze in his spot, paralyzed with fear.
She was going to show them. She was going to show them all how reliable she could be on a mission. She could riddle this guy with holes, make him look like a pincushion. She was just that powerful right now. So, why was she hesitating? Why wasn't she pulling the trigger on this guy's life? Finishing the job? Her arms wavered and as if held together by invisible strings, the bullets wavered in mid-air too. No. She had to do this. She was a fighter, and she wanted everyone to know that.