He fired a shot at her, bright light shooting from the palms of the gauntlet and illuminating the room in blue like a clap of lightning during a storm. That brief flash did nothing to reveal the identity of the thief, but Norman got up, advancing forward more as he charged another one in his other hand.
"I knew it. I knew you would be back." He hissed, voice mechanized by the suit. "Did you really think I would let you get away with playing with my toys?"
As he leveled his arm he became increasingly sure his accident had been the fault of this person, too. They had probably tampered with his suit, given it a virus or something of the sort. Norman didn't make mistakes, he never made fatal mistakes, and there was no question the faulty (or weak) circuitry couldn't have been his fault. No, it was certainly an attempt against him. Another one.
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Date: 2009-12-30 05:37 am (UTC)"I knew it. I knew you would be back." He hissed, voice mechanized by the suit. "Did you really think I would let you get away with playing with my toys?"
As he leveled his arm he became increasingly sure his accident had been the fault of this person, too. They had probably tampered with his suit, given it a virus or something of the sort. Norman didn't make mistakes, he never made fatal mistakes, and there was no question the faulty (or weak) circuitry couldn't have been his fault. No, it was certainly an attempt against him. Another one.