Snippet #978515

Raising her cluttered head, trying to spot the boy, she could still see him on the ground. The woman was trying to coerce him into leaving... The woman who had threatened to shoot her. The woman who struck her and was now leaving her here for the cops. Henrietta thought about pursuing her. She thought about running up to her and blasting open her face in a rain of bloody glory. But then she also also could hardly stand. Any moment now, they would head out. Two, three, at least four Nemesis members maybe, the biggest jackpot in history, and they'd be gone for good. ~No...~

Through her worn, scattered vision, Henri spotted something among the crashed monitor that had landed on her. Something familiar and brilliant. Even better, something in reach. Moving her hand to it slowly, her fingers settled around the jet-black throwing knife she had held behind her back just earlier. Then, just as quickly as she had touched it, she called out "NEMESIS!" And flicked the knife had her. Her yell she hoped would get the girl's attention, and Henri had considered aiming for her face... She decided against that. The girl was young, too young to disfigure, and for all she knew too powerful. Instead she aimed higher, for her hat. The knife was blessed with just a light amount of her disassembly power, enough to burst the hat into a cloud of threads and silk.