As she ran, she rearranged. Trees were pretty, but they weren't easily weaponized. She'd made a tactical error; she wanted less firepower, not more. She didn't have anything soft that would fly except for the possibility of snowballs.
So Rose improvised. Batteries scattered like autumn leaves, or perhaps pinecones, being more squat and heavy and less numerous, and she yanked her plastic needles out of her sylladex as she ran towards the middle of the field.
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As she ran, she rearranged. Trees were pretty, but they weren't easily weaponized. She'd made a tactical error; she wanted less firepower, not more. She didn't have anything soft that would fly except for the possibility of snowballs.
So Rose improvised. Batteries scattered like autumn leaves, or perhaps pinecones, being more squat and heavy and less numerous, and she yanked her plastic needles out of her sylladex as she ran towards the middle of the field.
"Lily?"