The Impact of of those huge bullets meant she very nearly dropped him. It shoved her back, made her spine bend.
Made her muscles spasm and a few dozen sticky eggs dribble out of her shoot onto the mans chest.
Her poor babies. They'd only harden into pearls on land, never been free.
Then he was spiky and breaking free and her palms had blood in them.
She made two fists and SCREAMED.
A curse, a hex, a pox, dammit! The blood in her hands BOILED and she held her hands out towards the metal man and the one that had made her BLEED and littered her skin with bits of fluff.
~I mark you for yours sins,~ she hissed. How many eggs had that been? Ten? ~Ten deaths for you, before the sea forgives.~