The shot of his beam made the glass shudder dangerously, though any signs of warping, if there, weren't apparent. It didn't hit, really, but the result was effective enough for Norman to be able to swoop in. He launched himself towards her, large armored hands moving to slam her against the glass. He hadn't decided what to do yet -- wring their neck? perhaps -- but when he moved into position, the glass cracking in spidery splinters, her face came into clear view of him.
One hand remained on her neck, pushing her against the fracturing glass, though the other found itself pulling up the faceplate of his helmet, as if he needed a better look and the armor was tricking him. No. His eyes narrowed, glinting almost green in the light.
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Date: 2010-01-02 07:08 am (UTC)One hand remained on her neck, pushing her against the fracturing glass, though the other found itself pulling up the faceplate of his helmet, as if he needed a better look and the armor was tricking him. No. His eyes narrowed, glinting almost green in the light.