[Jetshard is not precisely what one could call a skilled combatant, and honestly, if Jail had been putting any effort whatsoever into stealth, she probably would have managed to nail the troll in the back of the head.
Not that the fact that Jetshard had heard Jail coming had done her much good, because as matters stand, she'd turned at just the wrong moment and taken the blast in the side of the head instead. Which is maybe not quite so disorienting as a solid hit to the back of the head would be, but Jetshard is now experiencing the special hell that is an ear just absolutely full of snow.
She may not exactly be much of a combatant, but she's at least got the sense not to just stand there; she ducks around the nearby corner of a building and stands with her back to the wall, knocking the heel of her hand against her ear as if that's going to dislodge the stuff. Granted, going to ground would probably be a little more effective if she wasn't simultaneously yelling at her attacker.]
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Not that the fact that Jetshard had heard Jail coming had done her much good, because as matters stand, she'd turned at just the wrong moment and taken the blast in the side of the head instead. Which is maybe not quite so disorienting as a solid hit to the back of the head would be, but Jetshard is now experiencing the special hell that is an ear just absolutely full of snow.
She may not exactly be much of a combatant, but she's at least got the sense not to just stand there; she ducks around the nearby corner of a building and stands with her back to the wall, knocking the heel of her hand against her ear as if that's going to dislodge the stuff. Granted, going to ground would probably be a little more effective if she wasn't simultaneously yelling at her attacker.]
You actual child!