Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25727671-20150311030432/@comment-25727671-20150602030815

Etonia could here the clanks of fresh flash bangs landing near there targets. She quietly got into a crouch as she prepared to vault over the crate, only to be jolted by a smoking projectile that barely grazes her hoodie, ricocheting off the crate. By the time the flash bangs went off, she was already turned around, beginning to fire in the general direction she thought the shot came from.