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2017-03-19 08:12 am (UTC)
[Usually, when things were thrown at Maya (usually grenades or rocks from Bullymongs), Maya would simply lift a hand and stop the coming onslaught in its track with her phaselock. Back home, ambrosia would have been no exception to this tactic. Here, however, her calm and focus was split between the phase and her newfound emotional output.]
[Rather than catching the far flung food, instead a rather colorful burst of flowers appeared from behind the woman. Said woman and said flowers were immediately splattered by the goop. Her stormy gaze darkened all the more and fixed upon her target. She stormed forward and grabbed a slice of cake, curling it within her fist. Later she would lament the sacrifice of the confection, but for now she felt only the fury of a siren scorned.]
[Thankfully, while the new world had disrupted her powers, it hadn't done anything to her throwing arm. If she could peg a rakk at fifty yards with a grenade, then striking a man with cake wouldn't be hard at all.]
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