Fall - Hit with own shotgun

This tug-o-war was getting them, quite literally, nowhere fast. Majima couldn't beat her strength and her freaky glowing eyes, so he gave up and stopped pulling.

Instead he pushed.

The barrel swung towards her and right when it touched the fabric of her chest he got a finger around the trigger and squeezed.

She was launched into the air, knocked clear off her feet with some respectable hangtime and landed roughly on the curb.

Majima took the shotgun and turned to head inside, but he hadn't taken a step away from her yet and she was already stirring.

She sat up, a ring of bloody dents in her chest. Her eyes were like the headlights of an oncoming car.

"Fun," she said. "Ready to go again."

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TheMightyBox72, Semifinals