He turns alright. Turns, swinging wild. His arm tears through the reinforced metal walls like so much tissue paper. Thankfully, he was reacting to the flash of light, not her, so he misses - by inches.
A big hand comes up, about to correct that mistake. Then the thing blinks... then again, looking down at her, arm upraised, as if unsure.
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