Giving Zinger a hit as an apology for this taking a while. The post will also be kind of shitty, since I'm sick and this is the FOURTH TIME DOING IT.
Luck was not on Carmine's side.
One of Verdant's arrows landed right below her, the ice Verdant had been planning to use for cover bursting upward. Right under her.There was something about not getting hit somewhere sensitive I was supposed to do, wasn't there?
The thought came just before Carmine's position took a sudden vertical adjustment , courtesy of the ice that had just
punted her in the cu
struck her in the crotch.
Pain. Lots of pain.
Carmine staggered back, whimpering and clutching herself, or at least holding her guns over the area as a measure of comfort. "Aw fuckin' 'ell, right on th' fuckin' bean..."
It couldn't get worse. Her clumsy positioning could not have been any-
Carmine used to be a mobile combatant like Verdant. And then she took an ice arrow to the knee.
And yet, as the ice spread up her leg, trapping her temporarily, there was only one thought going through Carmine's mind through the haze of pain. At least it didn't hit the- COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD FUCKING COLD COLD COLD.