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Starla
Starla searches for a weapon. Sees the cracked bricks where the guard’s blast hit, grabs one. Takes careful aim and hurls it — again she miscalculates the force needed, and the brick shatters at his feet. She’s rewarded by another blast from his g*n — it hits the ladder behind her and energy crackles up the metal tubing. Starla stares at it, wide-eyed, hairs rising on her arm where it’s inches away from the metal. Apparently climbing to the top of the building while hoping he doesn’t hit her won’t be an option.
She throws another brick, deliberately aiming this one at his feet to test the force she’ll need, and as it shatters there, he looks up with a cocky grin. He says something to her, his torso jerking in a laugh, and in the second he looks down to check the charge on his
