[...well, it wasn't particularly pretty to her, but a voice she recognized had answered. And the tree...squid thing wasn't lunching this way specifically, so at least she didn't have to worry about that quite yet.
Whatever Flandre's answer would have been was interrupted by the turret swinging around unexpectedly and smacking her face into the metal. It wasn't that bad of an injury--but it was profoundly irritating enough to warrant a snarl in reply.
Enough waiting.
Flandre's claws sprang free of the metal with one hand, only to reach up and sink into the top panel of the gun instead. She wrenched her arm backwards--and pulled away the metal with a horrible shriek, peeling the armor away like it was foil. The damage didn't slow the turret down--it couldn't feel pain, of course--so she still had work to do. The rifle barrel itself was exposed now, along with coolant tubes and wiring. The barrel was warm to the touch, but no longer burned. Flandre's claws came down on it next, first crumpling the barrel to prevent it from firing cleanly--then tearing the wiring out entirely, cutting out its targeting system. They still sparked when she grabbed them, like a bundle of brightly colored nerves.]
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Whatever Flandre's answer would have been was interrupted by the turret swinging around unexpectedly and smacking her face into the metal. It wasn't that bad of an injury--but it was profoundly irritating enough to warrant a snarl in reply.
Enough waiting.
Flandre's claws sprang free of the metal with one hand, only to reach up and sink into the top panel of the gun instead. She wrenched her arm backwards--and pulled away the metal with a horrible shriek, peeling the armor away like it was foil. The damage didn't slow the turret down--it couldn't feel pain, of course--so she still had work to do. The rifle barrel itself was exposed now, along with coolant tubes and wiring. The barrel was warm to the touch, but no longer burned. Flandre's claws came down on it next, first crumpling the barrel to prevent it from firing cleanly--then tearing the wiring out entirely, cutting out its targeting system. They still sparked when she grabbed them, like a bundle of brightly colored nerves.]