Charlotte heard the loud pop, and looked straight forward just in time for the flying bola to slam into her. The force of the propelled trap knocked her off her feet, and the weights of the bola wrapped themselves around her wrists awkwardly then slammed into the ground. She wiggled, but stopped once she remembered that the more she thrashed, the more the rope would tighten. So she could do nothing but think and begin to fiddle with the tie on her wrists slightly as her opponent approached her.
"Ooh, look who'se been tied up. Can't escape from this one, can you?" the partially masked woman grinned. She put down her weird gun, which had another bola loaded into it, and sauntered up to her prey.
Charlotte had heard of her, The Huntress, a master trapper, an agile athlete, and a sadistic tickler. Charlotte figured that given time, she would be able to escape the bola, but she might have to first withstand a little tickling. She only hoped she could put up enough resistance to escape before she was completely tied up.
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