[ The advantage of a semi-automatic shotgun becomes obvious as Root stands her ground and fires off round after round, all whimsical lightheartedness erased from her face. The recoil hitting her shoulder is going to be a real bitch later -- she's going to have a huge bruise -- but she doesn't let it slow her down. Spent casings clatter to the floor around her feet. She has to duck around the corner away from the open window at one point, evading a blast of flame, and she ends up with some singed hair.
But eventually they go down, and Root takes a look outside as she pulls more shells out of a small cross-body bag she has with her. She does not have magically infinite ammo, so she's thinking hard about next steps. This won't work forever. ]
We're probably not clear for long.
[ She crosses swiftly over to where Koharu is hiding behind the counter and joins her, kneeling on the floor and reloading the shotgun again. Shink-shink-shink. She almost does a double-take when she notices the wings, but saves the pithy commentary for later. ]
Can you keep an eye on the window for a couple minutes? I have an idea.
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But eventually they go down, and Root takes a look outside as she pulls more shells out of a small cross-body bag she has with her. She does not have magically infinite ammo, so she's thinking hard about next steps. This won't work forever. ]
We're probably not clear for long.
[ She crosses swiftly over to where Koharu is hiding behind the counter and joins her, kneeling on the floor and reloading the shotgun again. Shink-shink-shink. She almost does a double-take when she notices the wings, but saves the pithy commentary for later. ]
Can you keep an eye on the window for a couple minutes? I have an idea.