Still standing on the steps with the one's blade in her hand, and itching to pull a trigger, Sammy flinched at the shout behind her before hardening her stance. Her focus on the one had made her weak and she hated that she showed weakness in a stand off.
Then reluctantly, so reluctantly, she lowered her Glock. Still ready to stop time to take aim again, though.
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