[ Fuck. She wasn't going to make it to the door at this rate. Her head was gonna get clobbered either way, so she figures she may as well attempt to fight back. She just barely manages to duck out of the way, tripping over her heels and flinging her keyring out of her pocket.
One shot. She'd have one shot, here, to throw him off of her track and buy herself a few feet to the house. Without even fully processing it, Nui slips the keys through her fingers, pointed out like a particularly crude brass knuckle.
The second he gets within swinging range, she moves in for a swing, aiming for his face. ]
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One shot. She'd have one shot, here, to throw him off of her track and buy herself a few feet to the house. Without even fully processing it, Nui slips the keys through her fingers, pointed out like a particularly crude brass knuckle.
The second he gets within swinging range, she moves in for a swing, aiming for his face. ]