Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150824210006

(Yeah, Was kinda hoping you'd be able to chime in by then, but oh well.)

"Wh-WHY DIDN'T YOU KI-" That sort of trauma may have been able to literally smash some sense back into Myra, but it was always sadly temporary.

A whap from the Matriach's stave knocked Estellia into a wall and shattered some of the ice. Surely a weapon meant to fire high energy projectiles like that was designed with additional tolerance. She fired a fireburst at the tigress, which the leftover ice luckily softened to a survivable level before completely vaporizing.

"That was your best? pathetic!" The matriarch called as she bullet jumped, aiming to kick right into laelia's face. Myra also rose from the foam, shotgun pointed right at Laelia's face only to be met with a spray from Estellia's SMG. She stood with one hand aiming the weapon and the other holding a (fake) wound. The crusader turned to fire both barrels at Stella before diving into cover.

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The pilot's violent swings nearly tossed Fritz off; his rifle went flying off to one side and he had to grip back on with his claws and found himself looking at a very questionable looking hip joint. that's it! With his free claw, Fritz sliced away at the hip joint until the protective plate fell off. A few grunts ran in to engage and the Pilot began bucking the machine around and around. One of the perks of learning to fire during parkour is you will learn how to fire accuratly from even the most absurd of positions; one by one, the grunts hit the dirt while their bullets hit almost everything else.

"Cormac! the hip! attack the hip!" He shouted into his earpiece as got back to screwing up the hip joint on his target.

Meanwhile, the automated spider paladin moved one of its flamethrowers to grill Cormac while using the other to ignite the groun around him to prevent his escape.