Finished a tough workout with trainer, ready to get a bit less sweaty and switch back to working on my cross-over after this morning's foray into original fic.
Much sympathy - I'm *horrible* at fight scenes, so I can't even offer any good ideas. You could do like farmers do and just poke them in the rump with a stick and holler at them until they get so irritated they turn and chase you across the pasture.
A magnificent plan! I have a stick somewhere. *snicker* I am currently procrastinating on it by reading up on exactly what sort of rifle a Sergeant in the USAF would have in 1985. I don't remember how I lived before the internet.
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