Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20140304080351/@comment-7497475-20140704021054

A shield flying up to block a volley of bullets, Noir walked forwards with her coffee. Casually smashing a brave one into a wall as he ran in, she fired back at the one reloading his gun. His aura held long enough for him to flip and duck behind a table. Taking another sip, she paused when the mug exploded into bits. Facing the guy she'd hit into the wall, the pistol in his hand told her enough.

"I was drinking that."

Swarming over him in a moment, the upper four limbs had broken his aura and speared him against the wall. Placing her hand gently around his throat, she ignored the bullets fired into her back.

"You picked a bad time."

Letting her semblance flow into him, the limbs holding him pulled outwards. He didn't even last a second before screaming. Pulling him away from the wall, Noir walked towards the closet one, keeping the shields up for her sides. She knew from experience that the sight of your buddy getting slowly torn in half, coupled with his screams, was very dis-concerning.