[The blaster discharges. The Inquisitor steps aside, as neatly as a dancer, and waves his free hand. Maketh hears the blaster ricochet off the wall. Something cracks, breaks. She can't tell what. The world is going red around the edges.
Then, just as abruptly as it started, the Inquisitor drops her. Maketh hits the floor hard, clutching at her throat. Oh maker, it hurts.]
What did you think would happen?
[The question isn't directed at her. The Inquisitor advances on Chris, head tipped slightly to the side, as if genuinely curious.]
no subject
Then, just as abruptly as it started, the Inquisitor drops her. Maketh hits the floor hard, clutching at her throat. Oh maker, it hurts.]
What did you think would happen?
[The question isn't directed at her. The Inquisitor advances on Chris, head tipped slightly to the side, as if genuinely curious.]
You---are unexpected.