And see, if there were a stick to bash the roots with, she might have gone with that route too.
"Hold still." She narrows her eyes and stares down the little metal nubs that compose the sights - old-school technology, something mechanical and simple. Just metal and gunpowder. It's a relic of a bygone time, outdated, and as such she finds it a fitting companion.
She shoots accurately and in quick succession, sending bullets through the roots immobilizing his neck and wrists first.
"Start untying!" she yells as she pops back out of the tree, landing roughly on her feet. Her ankle twists some beneath her, but she stumbles forward towards the Doctor and starts ripping up the roots around his lower legs.
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Date: 2011-12-11 08:44 pm (UTC)"Hold still." She narrows her eyes and stares down the little metal nubs that compose the sights - old-school technology, something mechanical and simple. Just metal and gunpowder. It's a relic of a bygone time, outdated, and as such she finds it a fitting companion.
She shoots accurately and in quick succession, sending bullets through the roots immobilizing his neck and wrists first.
"Start untying!" she yells as she pops back out of the tree, landing roughly on her feet. Her ankle twists some beneath her, but she stumbles forward towards the Doctor and starts ripping up the roots around his lower legs.