Oh, this is getting interesting, isn't it. She's not just some coward with a gun and a death wish, and it seems like A2 can finally see that. It brings a sick grin to her face just before she realizes she's going to have to dodge, because now that the Major is being serious, those bullets might actually become a problem. She's strong, she can tank them, but she can only take so many before even she has to shut down.
She hears the trigger get pulled and darts off to one side, seemingly forgetting that it would end up with the Knot getting riddled with bullets if she were to move—but then, that isn't a problem all of a sudden, is it? A2's dodge is met with a shot right to the chest, close to what main() has always assumed was her heart, and that starts more fluid—red this time, not the dark color of oil—seeping from the hole.
A2 staggers, takes a step backwards, hesitates. And she glares daggers at the Major to mask her own frustration at herself for failing to account for the way humans also learn. The way they can adapt to anything, no matter how miserable the circumstances. The Major isn't a coward. She's a threat.
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She hears the trigger get pulled and darts off to one side, seemingly forgetting that it would end up with the Knot getting riddled with bullets if she were to move—but then, that isn't a problem all of a sudden, is it? A2's dodge is met with a shot right to the chest, close to what main() has always assumed was her heart, and that starts more fluid—red this time, not the dark color of oil—seeping from the hole.
A2 staggers, takes a step backwards, hesitates. And she glares daggers at the Major to mask her own frustration at herself for failing to account for the way humans also learn. The way they can adapt to anything, no matter how miserable the circumstances. The Major isn't a coward. She's a threat.