"Gwyn?!" Sally says. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Sally stands in the doorway with a confused look, examining Gwyn and wondering why she was standing in her house and indeed why she was holding what looked like a childs toy in her hand. Gwyn was caught off-guard and could only manage a stutter and a stammer.
"What on earth are you holding?" Sally quizzed again. Gwyn then realized the power she had in her hands and started to smirk.
"Sally, I'm glad you asked me that. Allow me to demonstrate." she said, aiming her gun at Sally who reacted by putting her hands up even though she thought that the gun was some kind of toy, almost embarrassed by what she had done. Before she could say anything though a jet of cool water shot forth and soaked her. It was over quickly but it caused her to shriek and meanwhile Gwyn was still smirking, almost laughing.
"What the FUCK?!" Sally shouted, clearly annoyed. "Gwyn, you'd better get the fuck out..."
Sally took a powerful step towards Gwyn, shaking one fist.
"...before I knock the living daylights out of you!"
"Really?" Gwyn started. "We will see, as she took a step forward also, looking up at Sally". This put Sally at some discomfort. As the two women stared each other out for a couple of seconds, they both noticed that a change had started taking place.
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