Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5180556-20141011113708/@comment-7497475-20141014031203

Mentally imprinting his name into her memory, Citrine nearly missed his last words. And instantly took them as a challenge.

"You've got to catch me first!"

Flicking the barrel of Perish down over her shoulder, her foot stopped on the muzzle break. Tilting it forwards, she pulled the trigger. Literally shooting off, she rotated midflight to skim through the trees easier. Leaping and shooting from tree truck to tree truck, Citrine bounded away from where she started quite quickly.