Dementa pretty didn't really do anything else...other then draw fire and dodge bullets, which she was able to do easily dispite her injury. It did hurt but she was able to ignore it. Once the enemy had enough and retreated, she rejoined the others, putting her gloves back on as she approached them.
"That went easier then I thought it would." She commented, grinning slightly. "We make a good team. Oh does anyone need ammo refills?" She held up several clips she had swiped off the Big Bros during the fight and grinned mischieviously.
[ December 04, 2001: Message edited by: Dragadon ]
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