Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-25924729-20160227040516

Almost as abruptly as the ambush started, it was over, her attacker incapacitated and a group of armed men and women looking down on her. Laura blinked in confusion. "Um... thanks, I guess?"

One of them tried to help but she waved him away. She drew up her leggings and checked her own knee, wincing a little. A clean shot, shattered the bone and exited the other side. Perfect, healing was much easier without a bullet embedded in her flesh. Her clothes however... "Ugh, hate when that happens!" Wounds could heal, but washing the blood out everytime was a pain.

She flared her aura, the wound glowed bright green and the pain was gone. Laura stood, stretching the limb a few times before turning back to the group. A rival gang by the looks of it, they ignored her entirely, focusing on breaking into the warehouse instead.

Wordlessly, she retreived her weapon from the unconscious (dead?) thug and turned her attention to one mobster in particular, the Mistralese man who saved her. She stopped several meters behind and loaded a tranq dart in her weapon, if her suspicions were right, she didn't want to kill him.

"Stop." she ordered. If that didn't work, the sound of her thumbing the pistol cock did. "Who are you?" She had her suspicions but didn't beleive... no, didn't want to beleive herself. Back in the chaos, she could easily have imagined the illusion semblance, or the tommy gun. But now that she got a closer look...

"Where did you get that gun?" she'd recognize Roaring Moxie anywhere. "What did you do to Azzie?!"