[Things happen quickly then. Maketh hears the strange echo of Nick's voice, the twist of the thing that's become her face, and remembers the Inquisitor. Remembers the way he smiled before killing her men. As if he'd enjoyed it. Enjoyed making them watch. She thinks, not again, and barrels into Chris, striking at his knee to knock him down. It's going to hurt and she knows it's going to hurt, but he needs to be out of the way. Maketh makes a grab for his gun but can't quite get her hand around, it in time. The move has left her exposed to Nick's attack.]
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