Norman chased her out into the hallway, charging another repulsor beam in his gauntlet. She'd gotten distance one him, but he made that up in short time. Blood was pounding in his head and ears and chest, and he was barely even aware of the sounds that existed apart from him -- the world to him right now was the thumping of his heart and the thief before him trying to escape. He may have been shouting after her, he may not have been.
He shot at the thief's feet first, hoping to trip them up. He'd rather knock them down and unmask them then outright kill them, just yet.
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Date: 2010-01-01 12:01 pm (UTC)He shot at the thief's feet first, hoping to trip them up. He'd rather knock them down and unmask them then outright kill them, just yet.