Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140715052447/@comment-24481083-20140717133109

Oh bloody hell.

In an instant, things went South, as in South Dakota. Berating himself silently for not expecting this, Ceru leapt to the side behind a pair of dustbins, wincing as each shot clanged loudly, reverbrating across the night skies.

"What the hell..." He had planned on going quiet, but obviously that was not an option any longer. Taking a deep breath, he swapped his Track Magazine for a Shockin' Magazine, chambering a round in a smooth, practise motion before blindfiring to the side, loosing several rounds before pulling back, lest he himself got shot. Plus, he couldn't continuously fire with the Shockin' Rounds.

Pulling Preforator closer to his body, he calmed his breathing and said, "Preforator, Triple Threat." It responded with a soft click, signifying it's acceptance of the order.