The slayer's acrobatic maneuver is Goldy's salvation. She's knocked out of her vertical trajectory, and the pair of girls barrel sideways into Mel's pre-selected bank of snow. Fortunately there's no piled rubble hidden under it, and it provides for a much better landing than the cratered concrete she was originally heading for.
Still... it's not a bed of feathers.
"Oof!"
Goldy grunts from under Mel and a whole lot of snow. When she speaks again moments later, she sounds dazed and a little pained.
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Date: 2007-10-09 02:14 pm (UTC)Still... it's not a bed of feathers.
"Oof!"
Goldy grunts from under Mel and a whole lot of snow. When she speaks again moments later, she sounds dazed and a little pained.
"Thanks Mel— ooh... ow."
"Ow!"