What mirror gl-- [There's no time to finish the question before the woman is on her. Caitlyn cries out, managing to twist her head just in time to stop the woman gouging her eyes out. But she feels sharp claws slice across the ridge of her brow, and there's enough blood clouding her vision that she momentarily fears she has actually lost an eye.
She stumbles back, desperately fumbling for her gun. Claws slice across her shoulder, one catching on the collar of her shirt and digging into her throat.
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She stumbles back, desperately fumbling for her gun. Claws slice across her shoulder, one catching on the collar of her shirt and digging into her throat.
No time for the gun.
She turns to run.]