For a split second, the elf closes her eyes, focusing. She can deal with pain... she's trained for it. Hell, just last night she had two enormous dicks up her ass and didn't even mind. A little burn wouldn't stop her.<br/><br/>Kizzie's reflexes kicked into overdrive, sending the runner into a series of incredible flips and rotations, spending less time shooting and more time evading. She unleashed a few more spits of ammunition before rolling backward, reaching into her pocket and throwing forward something that would, hopefully, tilt events in her favor -- a vial of Seven-7. "Eat that, motherfucker," she growled, taking a deep inhalation before the gas could start to branch out. With her internalized air tanks, she'd be able to go at least twenty minutes without anothet breath.<br/><br/>Enough to either win or lose this fight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>