[ Has to say, he admires the tech worked into her skull, wonders if it goes down into her spine. His own tech was ahead of its time, mechanical plates and wires that made him feel, that interfaced with his own nervous system as if the limb was an actual extension of his body. True, he couldn't be as nimble with his hands as he was in his youth- the days of dual wielding his pistols were long gone- but now he was strong enough to bend metal with a clench of his hand. He'd done patchwork to his body over the years, added in some hydraulics here and there that give him that gargantuan strength.
Had to take advantages where he could when he was a man on the run. ]
Not too terribly long. Should be another clearing up ahead.
[ His eyes flick back over her shoulder, where he sees another vine moving as if to grab her by the back of her jacket. ]
Duck-!
[ That pistol is in his hand instantly, and he fires quite possibly before she even moves. After all, he's never missed a target. ]
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Had to take advantages where he could when he was a man on the run. ]
Not too terribly long. Should be another clearing up ahead.
[ His eyes flick back over her shoulder, where he sees another vine moving as if to grab her by the back of her jacket. ]
Duck-!
[ That pistol is in his hand instantly, and he fires quite possibly before she even moves. After all, he's never missed a target. ]