Post by Alfina on May 23, 2020 21:29:28 GMT
At the sound of the train's whistle, Alfina lost her ready-for-action countenance and sat up straight like a meerkat. With a small cry of excitement she brought her hands together in a child-like wonder, but it all drained away when the monstrosity carrying gun-toting thugs showed up. Noticing Marcos' enthusiasm, she managed to fake a gentle laugh and wave to the trains occupants in an attempt to hide her disappointment.
Twisting back into her seat, Alfina let her bota bag slide from her sleeve. Catching it by the cord, she swung it upward and caught it between both hands. Popping the cap, she took a moment to enjoy the pungent aromoa of its contents before taking a big gulp.
"This could be my last drink," she thought, but before the gravity of the situation could sink in:
READY, SET-
Alfina could barely hear the ref over Marcos and Lancette's racket, but their confidence was contagious. As the hot sauce began to sink in - that familiar, comforting feeling - she let out a gleeful squeak and threw her arms in the air as Lancette took off following the sound of the flare.
Laughing like they'd just dropped from the top of a roller-coaster track, Alfina was only interrupted by Marcos' orders. She looked confused for a moment, wondering what he expected her to do, wondering what she should do, then dropped her arms and gave a shrug while reaching behind her back. It was that kind of race after all.
Following Marcos' lead, Alfina brought one of her revolvers out and squeezed the grip between both palms. Right index finger already on the trigger, she aimed the muzzle right between the eyes of the target and winked.
"Sorry, Miss Honey Bee!"
Lowering her arms, Alfina fired at the front wheel of the other female's bike. It was a single shot, best landing if the rider slowed down as planned, but she wouldn't chase if they managed some evasive maneuver.
Twisting back into her seat, Alfina let her bota bag slide from her sleeve. Catching it by the cord, she swung it upward and caught it between both hands. Popping the cap, she took a moment to enjoy the pungent aromoa of its contents before taking a big gulp.
"This could be my last drink," she thought, but before the gravity of the situation could sink in:
READY, SET-
Alfina could barely hear the ref over Marcos and Lancette's racket, but their confidence was contagious. As the hot sauce began to sink in - that familiar, comforting feeling - she let out a gleeful squeak and threw her arms in the air as Lancette took off following the sound of the flare.
Laughing like they'd just dropped from the top of a roller-coaster track, Alfina was only interrupted by Marcos' orders. She looked confused for a moment, wondering what he expected her to do, wondering what she should do, then dropped her arms and gave a shrug while reaching behind her back. It was that kind of race after all.
Following Marcos' lead, Alfina brought one of her revolvers out and squeezed the grip between both palms. Right index finger already on the trigger, she aimed the muzzle right between the eyes of the target and winked.
"Sorry, Miss Honey Bee!"
Lowering her arms, Alfina fired at the front wheel of the other female's bike. It was a single shot, best landing if the rider slowed down as planned, but she wouldn't chase if they managed some evasive maneuver.