Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20150717061034/@comment-933831-20151022042225

Nodding, Phiorra stood guard outside the aircraft, charging an electric Javelin in her hand. Her eyes wandered the building, seeming to be parked in an indoor garage of sorts. She stayed relatively on guard, watching for any movement. As a White fang mook came from the main entrance, she let the javelin fly, taking him down immediately. She started charging another one, but a shot rang out, the sniper round nailing her shoulder as her aura took the shot, but sent a sharp pain up her arm. "O-Ow!"

In the aircraft, one young woman seemed a bit nervous. "My... my father works at the Schnee dust company... It.. Could be that..." The other people in the craft immediately shot glares at her.