[Oh. Apparently there's more to this giant murder machine than she first assumed. Clara easily goes flying for a bit and lands on her backside in the sand, the wind knocked right out of her. She stares up at the sky, slowly moving to sit up. She's dazed, her entire midsection throbbing in protest and pain.
She's a little out of it right now, feel free to take full advantage of that opportunity.
She really thinks this would be a lot easier with a large space blaster or a mace or something. ]
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She's a little out of it right now, feel free to take full advantage of that opportunity.
She really thinks this would be a lot easier with a large space blaster or a mace or something. ]