|Moment of Awesome - Nina Thurman/Domino : Trying to prevent a terrorist bombing of Penn Station, Domino finds herself in the middle of a battle royale between Morlock and Tunneller.
While the two Morlocks bantered Dom was busy sizing up her foe. Well, not sizing up - she knew she was huge - but more contemplating the woman-lizard shift. If she shot off the lizard's toe would the woman be missing one as well? What about a tail? How did that track?
Toe seemed to be the safest bet, so as the lizard-woman paused, slightly stunned by Callisto's kick, Dom raised her firearm and took aim at one of her huge, scaley feet. Hopefully bullets would make a bigger impression than trash cans.
Scaleface shrieked in pain. Even though she had superhuman strength and stamina, she wasn't bulletproof. Lifting her foot, she snarled and reached for the nearest bench. Growling, she raised it over her head and threw it at Callisto, oblivious to the fact that it was the other woman who had shot her. In Scaleface's mind, this was all Callisto's fault.
Normally dodging large projectiles came naturally to Callisto, but perhaps she hadn't expected to be the focus of retribution on this occasion, because she didn't quite manage on this occasion - she lunged to the side at the last moment but a leg of the bench still caught her on its way past, sending her staggering sideways. Winded, she clutched her side where it had hit, blinking as white blotches of pain swam in her vision.
Well that had worked - sort of. Domino didn't really want to draw Scaleface's ire, given that she was pretty vulnerable to benches, but she also didn't want to see what would happen if she didn't do something to pull attention away from Callisto.
So. Tail it was.
The shock of her tail being shot at was worse than her toes. At least there her nails were able to deflect some of it, but her tail? Anger was quickly taking over, and it was all that Scaleface could do to try to direct it. "Who the fuck are you," she growled out, whirling around and trying to place the other woman. "You're on the wrong side you know!"
"Yeah, uh," Dom said, taking several rapid steps backwards, out of swiping distance. "About that. I dunno if killing hundreds of people is the best way to convince somebody you're the good guys. Y'know?"