[Her eyes narrow. She's never met him before. Let alone sent him to another world. Therefore, either her future self has been up to something which she'd really love to know about, or there's a serious case of mistaken identity. The former is an annoyance; the latter, practically an insult.]
[Either way, he's increasingly unstable, still has a shotgun pointed at her, and killing him outright would probably be frowned upon by enough people to make it not worthwhile. When he looks away from her China moves.]
[She lunges. Can't reach the tattoos on her legs right now, so normal speed will have to do. She comes in low, brushing the marks on her knuckles into red-glowing life as she does. Her goal's to shove the barrel of the gun up with one hand, follow up with the other with a brute-force punch to the gut that ought at least loosen his grip.]
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[Either way, he's increasingly unstable, still has a shotgun pointed at her, and killing him outright would probably be frowned upon by enough people to make it not worthwhile. When he looks away from her China moves.]
[She lunges. Can't reach the tattoos on her legs right now, so normal speed will have to do. She comes in low, brushing the marks on her knuckles into red-glowing life as she does. Her goal's to shove the barrel of the gun up with one hand, follow up with the other with a brute-force punch to the gut that ought at least loosen his grip.]