Well, he didn't knock her off the bridge, but he sort of knocked her down. That's victory enough for him, at least in the moment. He doesn't answer her shouts this time.
Dropping the hand from his nose and ignoring the familiar bitterness of blood trickling onto his lip, Kenny flings the ball of slime he'd grabbed straight at the girl's face. Almost as if it were a snowball or something, except he knows this is much more irritating than freshly-packed snow.
It was tossed with such force that Kenny feels himself stumble on the shaky foundation beneath him, too, grabbing wildly at the ropes--for anything--as his feet slide against the structure. He has to will himself not to look back over his shoulder, since he can already see the depths of the churning slime from the view in front of him. It's not a pretty sight at all, nor is the imagined scenario of himself stepping too far back and disappearing into its depths.
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Dropping the hand from his nose and ignoring the familiar bitterness of blood trickling onto his lip, Kenny flings the ball of slime he'd grabbed straight at the girl's face. Almost as if it were a snowball or something, except he knows this is much more irritating than freshly-packed snow.
It was tossed with such force that Kenny feels himself stumble on the shaky foundation beneath him, too, grabbing wildly at the ropes--for anything--as his feet slide against the structure. He has to will himself not to look back over his shoulder, since he can already see the depths of the churning slime from the view in front of him. It's not a pretty sight at all, nor is the imagined scenario of himself stepping too far back and disappearing into its depths.