Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140704200300/@comment-24296957-20140718130050

Jiat, by combat habits, quickly drew SWAG and extended it out. Flipping the gun so he sam through the canted reflex sight, he pressed the barrel against Hex's skull. The onboard computer lit the gun in a red color, the LEDs pusling softly with light.

His hand on the trigger and the other on the built in foregrip/bipod, his aim was unmoving. At point blank, reflexes couldn't outspeed his 30-06 round. THat much he knew for sure.

"Drop the gun, and I'll do the same."