Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5180556-20141011113708/@comment-7497475-20141016071955

Hearing Bryan's words drift after her, Citrine smiled to herself. Slowing her bounding enough for him to be able to catch up, she stopped completely when one of her shots sounded slightly off. Twisting midair, the Perish's blade was deployed and rammed into a tree. Sitting halfway up the trunk, Citrine stood on the muzzle break while she checked the compressor. The case was rather warm, but after a quick check she found it had simply been a lack of pressure.

"Whoops."

Resigned to a slower speed, she waited on her perch for Bryan to appear.