Oh. At least someone's watching her back. The burning smell is definitely a sign that they're done for, but America still hefts her daystick and caves a few heads in.
Drokking puppets.
"Assault With a Deadly Weapon. One year per puppet." Crunch. But, joy of joys, some of them are still coming through the walls. And the floors. America, not used to the idea of a flight ring, kicks one back and almost stumbles on the suddenly uncertain footing. "Maybe a charge of Intentionally Wasting Justice Department Time. Three months." She brings her daystick down again, sending one little dragon's head flying off, trailing sparks in a spiral pattern. "Attempted murder of a Judge, thirty years." She steps back onto a chair, only to have it bite her foot and hold her still.
America twists, turning her back on the horde, and starts sinking bullets into Chukky Chair, the Regent of Recliners. Each time a bit of stuffing goes flying, a helium-squeak of a voice announces "Orf wif her head!"
She glares down at it, trusting Cortana to take care of the Care Cousins, and starts torching the thing with red, white, and blue beams from her eyes. "Possible criminal insanity. Might have to stick them in a Kook Cube for observation."
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Drokking puppets.
"Assault With a Deadly Weapon. One year per puppet." Crunch. But, joy of joys, some of them are still coming through the walls. And the floors. America, not used to the idea of a flight ring, kicks one back and almost stumbles on the suddenly uncertain footing. "Maybe a charge of Intentionally Wasting Justice Department Time. Three months." She brings her daystick down again, sending one little dragon's head flying off, trailing sparks in a spiral pattern. "Attempted murder of a Judge, thirty years." She steps back onto a chair, only to have it bite her foot and hold her still.
America twists, turning her back on the horde, and starts sinking bullets into Chukky Chair, the Regent of Recliners. Each time a bit of stuffing goes flying, a helium-squeak of a voice announces "Orf wif her head!"
She glares down at it, trusting Cortana to take care of the Care Cousins, and starts torching the thing with red, white, and blue beams from her eyes. "Possible criminal insanity. Might have to stick them in a Kook Cube for observation."