"You got it." Nora likes helping, and she's just now finished her drink. Good timing, stranger. She hops off the carcass of her fallen foe, flattening the empty soda can into a disc, the metal crumpling in a foreshadowing of what's to come.
"Hey! Pick on someone your own size!" (It's funny because Nora only breaks five feet in boots, you see.) She whips the crushed can at the coke machine, hard enough that a spiderweb of cracks appears on the plastic front cover, getting the thing's attention. The two charge each other in the most ludicrous face-off in recent history, the front panel shattering entirely as Nora's shoulder connects. Her slight weight is nothing against the machine's momentum, and she slides backwards quite a distance before managing to bring the mechanical beast to a halt.
"You wouldn't happen to have any Lightning Dust on you, would you?" she asks over her shoulder, a perfectly normal request where she's from. "It would make this go a lot faster."
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"Hey! Pick on someone your own size!" (It's funny because Nora only breaks five feet in boots, you see.) She whips the crushed can at the coke machine, hard enough that a spiderweb of cracks appears on the plastic front cover, getting the thing's attention. The two charge each other in the most ludicrous face-off in recent history, the front panel shattering entirely as Nora's shoulder connects. Her slight weight is nothing against the machine's momentum, and she slides backwards quite a distance before managing to bring the mechanical beast to a halt.
"You wouldn't happen to have any Lightning Dust on you, would you?" she asks over her shoulder, a perfectly normal request where she's from. "It would make this go a lot faster."