[ Clara struggles to sit up, not because she's hurting but because each limb feels like it weighs a ton. Her eyes, especially, just want to close again.
A tree explodes as they whizz by and it makes her move into action as fast as she can. Taking the Doctor's sonic, she also finds hers in her pocket and uses them both. She's barely sitting up, but she can point and press buttons, pulling it together enough to be useful.
When she points at a missile, it's as if the inside shuts down at once, left with nothing to propel it and sending it crashing - inert - to the ground. That's what she keeps doing, even as she has to keep forcing her eyes back open. There's only so far adrenaline is getting her now. ]
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A tree explodes as they whizz by and it makes her move into action as fast as she can. Taking the Doctor's sonic, she also finds hers in her pocket and uses them both. She's barely sitting up, but she can point and press buttons, pulling it together enough to be useful.
When she points at a missile, it's as if the inside shuts down at once, left with nothing to propel it and sending it crashing - inert - to the ground. That's what she keeps doing, even as she has to keep forcing her eyes back open. There's only so far adrenaline is getting her now. ]