Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20140528064630/@comment-7838080-20141111204723

Morela was trying to line up a clean shot, the butt of her rifle pressed into her shoulder as she tried to take aim at the grimm's wing joint. Which, of course, was much easier said than done. Not only was it a small target to hit. But the target was also moving quite quickly. And the kestrel's team leader was engaging it, only adding to the degree of difficulty for her shot.

Bah...Fuck it...I haven't got anything to lose....

Morela fired, the round exploding in the wing joint of the beast, clearly affecting it. The girl grinned triumphantly, racking another round into the rifle as fast as she could, firing into the spot once again, hoping to, quite literally, clip its wings.