As the grenade trundles innocuously up to Makita, Goldy remembers the information about the shorter fuses from the briefing. Three seconds.
—3—
Even if the soldier didn't cook the grenade, that doesn't give her enough time to kick or throw the thing clear. And, upon quick analysis, she's the only immortal here, and doesn't stand to take any permanent damage from this situation—or at least, she hopes she's immortal here.
—2—
With her good arm she gives Mel a hard shove sideways, then launches at Makita and barges her through the open doorway. Unfortunately her momentum isn't enough to take her across the threshold as well. She falls short, landing on her stomach a few feet past the grenade
—1—
Time's up. She reaches out and slams the door shut to protect those beyond it.
no subject
—3—
Even if the soldier didn't cook the grenade, that doesn't give her enough time to kick or throw the thing clear. And, upon quick analysis, she's the only immortal here, and doesn't stand to take any permanent damage from this situation—or at least, she hopes she's immortal here.
—2—
With her good arm she gives Mel a hard shove sideways, then launches at Makita and barges her through the open doorway. Unfortunately her momentum isn't enough to take her across the threshold as well. She falls short, landing on her stomach a few feet past the grenade
—1—
Time's up. She reaches out and slams the door shut to protect those beyond it.