<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109361.msg4751749#msg4751749">Quote from: abandoneddolly on 07-06-2011, 05:38:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The laughter put chills down Kendra's spine. She watched the thing getting a confused look when he told her to chose. Chose what she wonder. She saw the collar in its hand. Perhaps he wanted that on her. There was no way that was happening if she could help it. She took one small step toward the thing, and aimed her can towards the things face. She smashed her finger down on the trigger, the can making a hissing sound as it sprayed out its contents. She didn't run she just continued to empty the can upon him until the can emptied.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>Viker shuddered slightly as the substance sprayed through the eye-slit of his helmet and into his exposed eyes.  It hurt, it burned, and his vision grew blurry as more and more sprayed out.  However, other than the shudder, he gave no indication of his discomfort.  He remained nearly motionless, his hand with the collar extended.  Only when the can was empty did he finally move, lashing out with the chain held in his other hand at the blurry shape of his prey.  His intent was not to hurt her... much, instead he was aiming to simply sweep her feet out from under her.