Half crying, half shouting, more than half mad with panic, those paper cuffs shatter like, well like they were made of paper under the strength of a shipgirl mad with fear and adrenaline. Or whatever pumps in her veins. She sprays the sky with AA rounds for a few seconds, deafening bangs from her shells far louder than the tiny gun that fires them-Elise might see one of the bullets whizzing by expand suddenly into a five-inch wide shell.
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Half crying, half shouting, more than half mad with panic, those paper cuffs shatter like, well like they were made of paper under the strength of a shipgirl mad with fear and adrenaline. Or whatever pumps in her veins. She sprays the sky with AA rounds for a few seconds, deafening bangs from her shells far louder than the tiny gun that fires them-Elise might see one of the bullets whizzing by expand suddenly into a five-inch wide shell.
And then the barking begins.