[She knows what that look means, and she scrambles into action. Thankfully, in the debris that covers the beach... there was a frying pan. Rusty and falling apart and certainly not good for cooking ever again, but that didn't matter.
And before anything can happen to Maya, she swings. She hits the man and knocks him over, the gun falling out of his grasp as he drops into unconsciousness.]
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And before anything can happen to Maya, she swings. She hits the man and knocks him over, the gun falling out of his grasp as he drops into unconsciousness.]
I wish he didn't make me need to do that.