She'd watched it a *thousand* times, from the safety of the control room. She was well versed with what the Danger Room could throw at someone, but being down there, on the floor, it all looked so much....bigger.
She heard the hum of motors turning...before a laser blast, set at the lowest possible level came out of the celine, hitting her with a zap that made her yelp in suprised indignation but did no damage. Apparently just standing still wasn't encouraged and it made her get the lead out as another laser blast pinged near her feet, prompting her to take cover.
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