Although Shego considered herself to have a healthier fight-or-flight impulse than Kirk, she had not been running. What she had been doing was looking around for weapons. And by the time the guy had extracted his fist from Kirk's solar plexus and had started reaching for his throat (what the hell was so magnetically attractive about Kirk's neck?), she had something.
"HEY!"
What a ravaged former residential area was not short on was lead piping. She swung, and then instantly wished she hadn't yelled. Not because she'd wanted to see Kirk get a bit choked or because he'd be able to usefully respond in time, but because she had done this to a few zombies with a baseball bat and it had been easy because they were the mindless walking dead and putting them down had felt as morally dubious as popping a zit. When she had looked in their eyes there had been nothing. When this guy half-turned, she made eye contact with him and something happened, the anger and aggression in his eyes turning abruptly into fear.
The pipe connected with the metal grille semi-covering his face, distorting the weak metal, crushing it bloodily into his face. She swung again - she couldn't not - and the grille came away. Once more and it was over. Just - over. The earth seemed to shake when he hit the ground.
Shego exhaled deeply and rubbed at the bridge of her nose with her left hand. The other was still holding the pipe, knuckles white with the strength of the grip.
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"HEY!"
What a ravaged former residential area was not short on was lead piping. She swung, and then instantly wished she hadn't yelled. Not because she'd wanted to see Kirk get a bit choked or because he'd be able to usefully respond in time, but because she had done this to a few zombies with a baseball bat and it had been easy because they were the mindless walking dead and putting them down had felt as morally dubious as popping a zit. When she had looked in their eyes there had been nothing. When this guy half-turned, she made eye contact with him and something happened, the anger and aggression in his eyes turning abruptly into fear.
The pipe connected with the metal grille semi-covering his face, distorting the weak metal, crushing it bloodily into his face. She swung again - she couldn't not - and the grille came away. Once more and it was over. Just - over. The earth seemed to shake when he hit the ground.
Shego exhaled deeply and rubbed at the bridge of her nose with her left hand. The other was still holding the pipe, knuckles white with the strength of the grip.