Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-25857155-20150716232634

Mauve looked to Ingraham briefly, eyes a bit exasperated. What did he think she was trying to do? With a huff, she pushed forward against the incoming fire, keeping her weapons at the raised and ready to block fire, slowly making her way forward.

She made it about halfway to the enemy before activating her semblance to absorb the increasingly high amounts of impact she was receiving. After a moment, she slammed a fist to the ground, another, thicker, wall of ice springing up. Mauve knew her job; she was there to be a shield so the others could do the mission - that didn't mean she could afford to wear herself down.

A rather overconfident pair of enemies came charging around the edge of her wall; she did not wait to see what weaopns the had. One of them had his legs swept out before taking a metal shield to the base of his skull; the other was met by a double-cestus strike to the solar plexus that threw him back around the edge. "Anyone else?"