[ Root has been mercilessly planning assassinations since she was about fourteen. To her, reluctance and squeamishness about violence reads as quaint and sheltered. Not exactly a four year old, but somebody she does need to babysit.
She glances up at the sound of the gunshot, rapidly assessing whether Koharu can handle it for another minute more. She catches the exhale and second follow-up shot and gives her an approving smile before turning back to her work. There's now a set of little glass vials re-filled with a different liquid set beside the Lysol can. Root scoops up all but one of them into her ammo bag, finishes off the last vial, and leaves the scattered remains of apothecary and cleaning supplies a mess in the already ravaged store. ]
Get down!
[ She has the sharp ringing authority of somebody launching a grenade. Root grabs Koharu by the arm at a safe moment, making sure it's between shots -- she's no amateur -- and hauls her down behind the counter as she throws one of the vials over it and at the encroaching pack of hounds.
It shatters on the ground and vaporizes into a fine mist that smells intensely of citrus and pepper. ]
Hope that works on hellhounds, [ she mutters under her breath as she pulls her shirt up over her nose. Root immediately grabs her shotgun and stands to turn and check. Dogs don't like citrus or pepper and a deterrent would work a lot better than pumping them all full of her entire bag of shells. ]
no subject
She glances up at the sound of the gunshot, rapidly assessing whether Koharu can handle it for another minute more. She catches the exhale and second follow-up shot and gives her an approving smile before turning back to her work. There's now a set of little glass vials re-filled with a different liquid set beside the Lysol can. Root scoops up all but one of them into her ammo bag, finishes off the last vial, and leaves the scattered remains of apothecary and cleaning supplies a mess in the already ravaged store. ]
Get down!
[ She has the sharp ringing authority of somebody launching a grenade. Root grabs Koharu by the arm at a safe moment, making sure it's between shots -- she's no amateur -- and hauls her down behind the counter as she throws one of the vials over it and at the encroaching pack of hounds.
It shatters on the ground and vaporizes into a fine mist that smells intensely of citrus and pepper. ]
Hope that works on hellhounds, [ she mutters under her breath as she pulls her shirt up over her nose. Root immediately grabs her shotgun and stands to turn and check. Dogs don't like citrus or pepper and a deterrent would work a lot better than pumping them all full of her entire bag of shells. ]