>REVERSE ANGLE on SANYA'S face; she's flushed and sweating, panting for
>breath, her eyes sparkling. Smoke curls up from the muzzles of her
>Fliegerhammer. To her left, EILA hovers a safe-ish distance away,
>eyeing her with a combination of wariness and lust.

It's always the quiet ones you have to watch out for. <snrk>

Of course, this doesn't actually answer the question of what is a "safe-ish distance" from a slightly overexcited and slightly heavily armed witch...?

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