[She barely has time to sputter before the room drowns in red. There’s a struggle from beneath Oda; unclear if Caitlyn is trying to shove him off or twist to shield him herself.
[It hits. It doesn't matter.
[It ought to kill them. It doesn’t. All that’s left is rubble; broken thrones, a shattered roundtable. Before the world has stopped spinning Caitlyn scrambles to her feet, as though staying down isn’t physically permissible; Oda is shoved aside with force if necessary. But in a blind reach for her gun she grabs his arm, hauling him roughly up instead.
[She doesn’t face him. Her eyes are fixed on one chair, unoccupied.
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[She barely has time to sputter before the room drowns in red. There’s a struggle from beneath Oda; unclear if Caitlyn is trying to shove him off or twist to shield him herself.
[It hits. It doesn't matter.
[It ought to kill them. It doesn’t. All that’s left is rubble; broken thrones, a shattered roundtable. Before the world has stopped spinning Caitlyn scrambles to her feet, as though staying down isn’t physically permissible; Oda is shoved aside with force if necessary. But in a blind reach for her gun she grabs his arm, hauling him roughly up instead.
[She doesn’t face him. Her eyes are fixed on one chair, unoccupied.
[No one else is here.]