As cool as the bottle rockets are, this girl doesn't strike her as a fighter - at least, not in a soldier-y way. Makeshift occasionally-forced-into-it-due-to-harrowing-circumstances at best. A zombie Root comes lurching towards them, her loose hair swinging in the breeze and her normally-vibrant eyes glassy and lifeless. Shaw grits her teeth, tightens her grip on her pole, and heads for her. Killing it should feel wrong, after how long she'd held out during the simulations, but it doesn't. It feels... not satisfying, not quite, but definitely right.
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As cool as the bottle rockets are, this girl doesn't strike her as a fighter - at least, not in a soldier-y way. Makeshift occasionally-forced-into-it-due-to-harrowing-circumstances at best. A zombie Root comes lurching towards them, her loose hair swinging in the breeze and her normally-vibrant eyes glassy and lifeless. Shaw grits her teeth, tightens her grip on her pole, and heads for her. Killing it should feel wrong, after how long she'd held out during the simulations, but it doesn't. It feels... not satisfying, not quite, but definitely right.