Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-8723280-20151226224147

As quickly as Vert went onto the truck's roof, speaking about vantage points and friendly fire, not soon after that did Marie feel hands wrap up her own arms. Her momentarily panicked glance upwards made her less panicked - she had never been this close to Vale before, who had proven to be far more scary than she seemed.

As she was pulled upwards, and helped onto the semi-solid roof, Vale talked loudly above the din of gunfire, and she nodded at her instructions. Simple enough. She watched, lips parted, in wonderment of the weapon. In a way it was elegantly crafted, taut and ready to be fired. However, her concentration on something less important was broken by a blast.

Shaking her hair out of the way, she rapidly fired a few arrows into the direction of the Crimson Devil, watching as Tana slamed into a tree trunk. She couldn't hear the exact words the girl was giving, but the Huntress-in-Training furrowed her brows in confusion at the fist pumps.

It wasn't that simple, was it?

She glanced at Vale before training her eyes onto Vert and Earl Grey, both whom were near Tana. Something in her gut told her it just wasn't. And yet something else crept in her mind - guilt. Oh, how she wished it was that simple, that this bandit could be that easily defeated.

Then, perhaps, it wouldn't come to extreme measures.

Perhaps, their hands wouldn't be forced to do more than they need, that perhaps they could just take this defeated man home, and call it a day. She could go back to her angrily worried teammates, and explain the adventure she just had.

Mariposa didn't want to kill, she didn't want to see someone die.