[His efforts get a loud, congratulatory whoop from Heather, and then it's ON.]
[The next fifteen minutes or so are filled with more destruction than SHOULD be able to be reasonably crammed into fifteen minutes. Between the sound of breaking glass and bellowed warcries, it's kind of a miracle no security guards have come to boot them out.]
[Roaring triumphantly, Heather straightens up with an entire junked motor-scooter held aloft, her arms quaking with the effort. It's probably already been partially-gutted, otherwise she wouldn't be able to lift it at all.]
OUTTA MY WAY! TIMBERRRRRRRR!
[Making a break for the edge of the pile, she hucks the bike off the edge with as much force as possible, nearly toppling off in the process but catching herself just in time. And then standing with her hands on her knees, panting and watching the thing go crashing down to the ground below.]
[ACTION]
[The next fifteen minutes or so are filled with more destruction than SHOULD be able to be reasonably crammed into fifteen minutes. Between the sound of breaking glass and bellowed warcries, it's kind of a miracle no security guards have come to boot them out.]
[Roaring triumphantly, Heather straightens up with an entire junked motor-scooter held aloft, her arms quaking with the effort. It's probably already been partially-gutted, otherwise she wouldn't be able to lift it at all.]
OUTTA MY WAY! TIMBERRRRRRRR!
[Making a break for the edge of the pile, she hucks the bike off the edge with as much force as possible, nearly toppling off in the process but catching herself just in time. And then standing with her hands on her knees, panting and watching the thing go crashing down to the ground below.]