Um, no Natasha. If you'd picked up knitting instead, the two of us wouldn't have made it past round one. So please don't say things like that.
When Natasha sprints, Felicity follows behind her, but purposefully not as quickly. Part of her is hoping that Natasha's got this and will just dismember both of them like she's done with some of the previous drones. The metal arm Felicity was holding right now was proof. But part of Felicity also knows that she shouldn't ever get herself trapped against a wall again, where there was nowhere to run. If she can't fight, she at least needs to be able to run.
When the second droid gets free from being entangled, it comes for her, and from that point on, she can no longer see Natasha. Felicity takes one step back, then another, waiting to see what the droid plans on doing as it approaches, before she breaks out into a full on run around the room. Natasha's hunch was right, this thing was heavier, but it was slower too. If Felicity could run forever, it would never catch up. Too bad Felicity did not do nearly enough cardio to be able to run for more than a minute at a time, much less forever.
But when she stops to catch a breath, for the first time ever, Felicity truly understands how her size could be an advantage. She glances to the metal arm in her hand, then back at the incoming droid. Taking a deep breath, she decides to run away, but this time, around the droid. Robots always had more trouble turning than real humans, and when Felicity sees her chance, she steps with her entire body and whacks the droid in the back of the head with her blunt weapon.
"Oh no." She'd made a dent, and that was it. A small, barely noticeable dent. And the droid was fully turned around now, and she was still so close. When it moves an arm to side-swipe her, Felicity doesn't remember to dodge. She can feel the metal push against her skin, which then pushes against her rib cage — and suddenly she's on the ground, her body skidding to a stop as she has the wind completely knocked out of her.
She's fighting to breathe when she hears Natasha say her name, and she can't even muster the ability to say Help. Wheezing, she reaches for the blaster in her holster again, her left arm supporting her right as she points it up towards the droid. Her eyes are focused, she looks through the sights, and she fires. Once. Twice. Three times.
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When Natasha sprints, Felicity follows behind her, but purposefully not as quickly. Part of her is hoping that Natasha's got this and will just dismember both of them like she's done with some of the previous drones. The metal arm Felicity was holding right now was proof. But part of Felicity also knows that she shouldn't ever get herself trapped against a wall again, where there was nowhere to run. If she can't fight, she at least needs to be able to run.
When the second droid gets free from being entangled, it comes for her, and from that point on, she can no longer see Natasha. Felicity takes one step back, then another, waiting to see what the droid plans on doing as it approaches, before she breaks out into a full on run around the room. Natasha's hunch was right, this thing was heavier, but it was slower too. If Felicity could run forever, it would never catch up. Too bad Felicity did not do nearly enough cardio to be able to run for more than a minute at a time, much less forever.
But when she stops to catch a breath, for the first time ever, Felicity truly understands how her size could be an advantage. She glances to the metal arm in her hand, then back at the incoming droid. Taking a deep breath, she decides to run away, but this time, around the droid. Robots always had more trouble turning than real humans, and when Felicity sees her chance, she steps with her entire body and whacks the droid in the back of the head with her blunt weapon.
"Oh no." She'd made a dent, and that was it. A small, barely noticeable dent. And the droid was fully turned around now, and she was still so close. When it moves an arm to side-swipe her, Felicity doesn't remember to dodge. She can feel the metal push against her skin, which then pushes against her rib cage — and suddenly she's on the ground, her body skidding to a stop as she has the wind completely knocked out of her.
She's fighting to breathe when she hears Natasha say her name, and she can't even muster the ability to say Help. Wheezing, she reaches for the blaster in her holster again, her left arm supporting her right as she points it up towards the droid. Her eyes are focused, she looks through the sights, and she fires. Once. Twice. Three times.