Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140715053759/@comment-24857097-20141015233546

Browning still had a lot of fight in himself. Hearing Margie, he broke off from Sebastian and regrouped with her. He saw her defending a downed musician from airjets. He checked his weapon and vest and saw that he has a full mag in his gun, but no more spare ammo in his vest.

"Damn, I'm low on ammo." Browning muttered. He checked on the downed musician with his scroll. The musician was known as Ultra and she had spent all of her Aura on trying to fight off the hostile forces.

"This is the reason why I don't use my Aura that much, using it heavily can take a toll on you. I may be open to real damage, but at least the only time I pass out is either from blood loss or a heavy attack that doesn't kill me." Browning thought. He grabbed Ultra by the hands, pulled her up, and then lifted her up into a Fireman's Carry.

"Cover me! I gotta get her into a safer spot where she won't get shot at!" He shouted. He went inside the backstage and set Ultra onto a bench. He saw a nearby security guard and told him to look after Ultra. He went over to the crates to scrounge up extra weapons and ammo.

A moment later, he found an unloaded combat shotgun with buckshot and beanbag ammo laying beside it. "Perfect for crowd control!" He thought. He holstered his pistol, grabbed the shotgun, loaded it with buckshot ammo, stored extra ammo in his vest, and headed out onto the stage to help out Margie with shooting out RPGs from the sky.