Annabelle's Strider is still thrashing furiously, its sounds almost drowning out the rebels' screams of glee. Apparently, that kind of an attack isn't something they've had a lot of luck with in the past. The impact made the weak point between head and thorax much more obvious; if she's got any more grenades, one lodged in the right place could probably do the thing's head in.
As for X, her Strider is spasming and flailing frantically, trying to throw her off in some way. Synth body material is no match for adamantium, though. There's an incredible shower of blood and sparks in all directions as X hits home- again and again and again.
With a noise like a dying whale, the second Strider falls.
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Date: 2008-09-13 07:54 pm (UTC)As for X, her Strider is spasming and flailing frantically, trying to throw her off in some way. Synth body material is no match for adamantium, though. There's an incredible shower of blood and sparks in all directions as X hits home- again and again and again.
With a noise like a dying whale, the second Strider falls.