by Narrator » Wed Mar 04, 2015 9:52 pm
The wheel is quickly covered in ice, the cold making the rubber brittle until it ruptures with a subdued pop. Behind him the sound of boots landing on a container echo through the building. The woman is standing on top of a nearby container, arms outstretched with several metal pins floating near her hands. One of them flies off and barely misses John, clipping the armor covering his leg and punching right through it. It does fall to the floor instead of impacting into the ground after having expended all of it's momentum by piercing the armor, but getting hit by one of them still seems like a tremendously bad idea.
"You're the dragon." the woman notes, sounding surprised and, for some reason, vaguely confused.