Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-25857155-20151004174134

Mauve stepped forward and placed her hand on Beige's shoulder, shaking her head. "I got it.  Rest." She activated the Dust chamber in her right gauntlet again, icing the hinges and welding of the door to extrememely low temperatures. "Get ready."

One punch was all it took to send the door flying back against the far wall, the welding unable to stand up against the combination of frost-weakness and brute force. Mauve's shields were up and ready, but to her surprise, no bullets came.

"...Oh.  Now what?"