[ Verity knew she was neither shooting blind or handling something more antiquated like Earth weaponry; she can see where the metal puckers under each successful it. There is more than one moment where she stalls, training her weapon and not firing even when Prowl doesn't duck behind the debris. It occurs to her she's regulating herself. Lethal action wasn't a problem in these sorts of situation, but subconsciously or not she isn't cutting loose.
She only starts to second guess the rationale behind that when tires shriek on the broken pavement and a massive hand comes over her. Feet off the ground she fights to get her arm free enough to give her enough time to get in one more shot, aiming at the half-transformed leg where on a human the achilles tendon would be located. Pay back before she's completely immobilized without enough room to struggle and only enough energy to inhale sharply when pain shoots up her sides like glass digging into her lungs. ]
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She only starts to second guess the rationale behind that when tires shriek on the broken pavement and a massive hand comes over her. Feet off the ground she fights to get her arm free enough to give her enough time to get in one more shot, aiming at the half-transformed leg where on a human the achilles tendon would be located. Pay back before she's completely immobilized without enough room to struggle and only enough energy to inhale sharply when pain shoots up her sides like glass digging into her lungs. ]