Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140523050353/@comment-24684131-20140621205728

Liath shielded his eyes as the two machines began trading fire, the remaining spectators cheering as the sparks flew.

He scowled, engaging in a fire fight so close to an unarmoured audience wasn't something a person did to get to the top of his good list, actually, it bought them a ticket straight to the tippy top of Liath's shit list. Resisting the all to strong urge to generate a wall of ice in front of spectators - maybe a wise idea, maybe not, given that the wall in itself may turn into deadly shrapnel that would shread them if it suddenly came under too much pressure - he continued to watch.

Liath flickered his eyes across the C.A.S; Miss Lapin had dropped an arm for the sake of defense and maneuverability, firing her formidible weapon.

I can see why she would...but she's sacrificing accuracy and fire stability...unless...

Another grin spread across his face, but quickly returned to a slight scowl as a round - from which combatant, he did not know - ricocheted off of something and wizzed a hair too close to the crowd for comfort, which suddenly descended into a hush as people nervously backed away from the railing. He had a vague theory about what she might be about to attempt, given the strength of her machine, it might be possible. Liath returned to his position, lounging across the railing, braving the threat of an incidental shooting for the sake of watching the action and, maybe, picking a time to join the frey.