Re: quicklog: gwen & goblin boy
[Torn sweater, battered shoulder, and the needle stung as the lavender liquid immediately paralyzed her. It was a strong paralytic, one she'd crafted for someone on a serum, for him, not for a girl of her size and weight. She stood no chance whatsoever, even with her metabolic advantages, and she fell limp, just the final dregs of the ripping sweater slowing her tumble from his grip and down the stairs.
Heartbeat slow, breathing shallow, eyes rolled back and, ultimately, closing.]