[The moment she realizes the Handler is shooting near her, is the same moment a bullet barely misses her, embedding instead into the arm of a man trying to grab her and not having much luck. He's having even less luck, now, with his blood on Steph's face and his arm useless at his side. She kicks him in the balls for good measure.
And then decides that vaulting over the hood of a vehicle, thereby putting a nice big hunk of metal between her and the Handler is a good idea, because he's either a very good shot, or a very bad one who thought it was a good idea to aim in hr general vicinity. There's only a handful left where she is; two of them rush her at once and she jumps up without thinking, landing a kick square in each of their chests, using that momentum to flip up and over to tackle another woman to the ground. A quick blow to the woman's chest, breaking a couple ribs. Someone takes a swing at the back of her head that she dodges, grabbing the crowbar out of his hands and flipping herself up to her feet before taking a swing at his legs.
When he falls, she hits him again in the shoulder, then lifts the crowbar up to strike at whoever else is closest, only to met with a heap of groaning bodies and no one except her, Gio, and the Handler on their feet.
She's panting hard, but she doesn't feel worn out, only energized, the fight filling the emptiness that's been in her since she woke up a year ago.]
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And then decides that vaulting over the hood of a vehicle, thereby putting a nice big hunk of metal between her and the Handler is a good idea, because he's either a very good shot, or a very bad one who thought it was a good idea to aim in hr general vicinity. There's only a handful left where she is; two of them rush her at once and she jumps up without thinking, landing a kick square in each of their chests, using that momentum to flip up and over to tackle another woman to the ground. A quick blow to the woman's chest, breaking a couple ribs. Someone takes a swing at the back of her head that she dodges, grabbing the crowbar out of his hands and flipping herself up to her feet before taking a swing at his legs.
When he falls, she hits him again in the shoulder, then lifts the crowbar up to strike at whoever else is closest, only to met with a heap of groaning bodies and no one except her, Gio, and the Handler on their feet.
She's panting hard, but she doesn't feel worn out, only energized, the fight filling the emptiness that's been in her since she woke up a year ago.]