Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140701225705

(Even Talen,) Camo wondered incredulously at their antics. Not that they weren't getting things done; he was simply amazed how they could sprint into battle with no strategy whatsoever and still work together so well. He, on the other hand, was still playing the evasive role, lurking around in the background while everyone else pulled their weight. Part of him even considered just hanging back and allowing them to claim their own victory while he licked his wounds and considered how to keep himself alive long enough to return to Beacon.

Then the Nevermore fired a salvo of weaponized feathers, and things got a bit more personal. The attack was aimed at Talen, of course, but its flight path happened to line up with the archer as it flew overhead, and its barrage continued into the treeline where he stood. With what little strength he could muster, he attempted to throw himself behind a solid-looking tree nearby, but even the sturdy flora was utterly shattered by the force of the bombardment...

...A few seconds later, Camo's voice cried out in pain from the cover of the trees. It was unclear what had happened to him, but the Nevermore was rounding for another pass up above, and there was no time to check on him. Even if one of them could get away long enough to search the blasted trees for him, there would be far too much debris scattered around to locate him.

Team TCTA was down to three, at least for now.