[ In the back of her mind she thinks "not as good at tactics." But that doesn't save her from being thrown hard enough to get the wind knocked out of her. She rolls to her feet as fast as she can and resist the urge to rewind her time. She'll need that later, she's sure.
Lena pulls her guns out of their holsters but she... hesitates. Any possible quip dies on her tongue, and any will she had to shoot him is wavering. The visor is hiding the shadow's eyes, and it makes it much harder for her to do something that is already difficult. ]
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Lena pulls her guns out of their holsters but she... hesitates. Any possible quip dies on her tongue, and any will she had to shoot him is wavering. The visor is hiding the shadow's eyes, and it makes it much harder for her to do something that is already difficult. ]
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