Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20150805012917/@comment-26130578-20150918202331

Silently Prism had made her way closer to the commotion happening by the other teams, swiftly assassinating any guards along the way. Before advancing further, she assessed the other Hunters' positions and targets. An especially large and gaudy White Fang soldier was taking sniper fire, then yelled something into the radio before taking another hit to the head. Now! Prism deactivated her semblance as she darted toward the leader, catching him in a hold before he hit the floor. She waved towards the cliffs for the snipers to cease their fire.

"Spill it," she demanded, pressing her razor whip to the leader's throat.