[And this, children, is why you wear sensible clothing when you think something dangerous or strange might happen in your day. Luce goes skidding across the ground, the air knocked out of her from the small explosion. There's gas in the air, and she knows she can't breathe it- she's seen what happens.]
[Lungs aching, she passes on getting up as she fumbles to get the gun from its place. Aiming is a rough affair, and the recoil is worse as it nearly makes her fall back again. She can handle a little bruising. The fact that she only manages a couple of soldiers instead of the whole group is what really seems to hurt. Jerking her shirt up over her nose, she hastily tries to see where Steven is.]
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[Lungs aching, she passes on getting up as she fumbles to get the gun from its place. Aiming is a rough affair, and the recoil is worse as it nearly makes her fall back again. She can handle a little bruising. The fact that she only manages a couple of soldiers instead of the whole group is what really seems to hurt. Jerking her shirt up over her nose, she hastily tries to see where Steven is.]