[Someday, she might wonder why it seems as though there are always explosions heralding her arrival to this place, but to do that she'd have to have the security of a place and time where there aren't explosions going off all around her, so it's certainly not going to be now.
She remembers being here, vaguely; she remembers there were explosions then, too. But these ones come with the unusual skittering of shrapnel scattering when they explode, and so she finds herself hiding behind an outcropping of sorts again — this time not so much from the man or the sound, but simply out of self-preservation because he's unknowingly throwing those close enough to her that ducking under cover is really becoming necessary at times.
What she ends up doing, probably, is stupid. But she's never been the best at plans (she almost always gets caught at them, after all), and it's the only one she has, but she's scared and there's blood on his face and the only way that adds up is that whatever these things are he's throwing, she really needs to get him to stop.
So she waits until one of those charged shards leaves his hand — that's when she'll have the most time, she thinks, between the one he's just thrown and the next one being primed — and seizes that chance to dart out from behind her rock and run at him. It occurs to her along the way how stupid it is, really, because that means there'll be an explosion going off at her back when she's not under cover to hide from it, but she's committed now and there's nothing to do but keep running at him and follow through with her admittedly shabby plan of just outright trying to tackle him to the ground, because if nothing else then at least he'll stop throwing those things.
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She remembers being here, vaguely; she remembers there were explosions then, too. But these ones come with the unusual skittering of shrapnel scattering when they explode, and so she finds herself hiding behind an outcropping of sorts again — this time not so much from the man or the sound, but simply out of self-preservation because he's unknowingly throwing those close enough to her that ducking under cover is really becoming necessary at times.
What she ends up doing, probably, is stupid. But she's never been the best at plans (she almost always gets caught at them, after all), and it's the only one she has, but she's scared and there's blood on his face and the only way that adds up is that whatever these things are he's throwing, she really needs to get him to stop.
So she waits until one of those charged shards leaves his hand — that's when she'll have the most time, she thinks, between the one he's just thrown and the next one being primed — and seizes that chance to dart out from behind her rock and run at him. It occurs to her along the way how stupid it is, really, because that means there'll be an explosion going off at her back when she's not under cover to hide from it, but she's committed now and there's nothing to do but keep running at him and follow through with her admittedly shabby plan of just outright trying to tackle him to the ground, because if nothing else then at least he'll stop throwing those things.
And so she goes.]