Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5180556-20141011113708/@comment-7497475-20141021111031

Watching Bryan stalk towards something, Citrine idly hummed to herself. With her eyes over in his direction, it was instinct that told her of the danger. A hand slid around the handgrip in an instant, a finger pulling the trigger. The recoil shot her forwards, just enough that she felt whatever it was moving through the air behind her. In the same motion she twisted around to face the threat. Her face scrunched up in distaste.

''Eeeeewwwww, that thing is ugly as. Time for fun!''

With barely a second past, she had loaded in a round. Unable to brace herself, the recoil launched her away into the trees, while the round shot straight towards the beast's head. Her feet hitting the ground, Citrine slid to a stop.

"I don't like it, it's all nasty looking! Hurry up and paint it yellow!"