Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190505183149

Pinned beneath the mutant, Shrike wrapped her legs under Paul's shoulder and around his neck, seeming very unfazed by her predicament. She locked him into a tight, uncomfortable hold, and then teleported together. For the brief moment they were out of existence Paul got the disorienting sensation of someone proding his insides with a wet rubber glove, but there wasn't enough to deliberate on it because then they were physical again, but the positions were reversed.

Shrike was overtop Paul, the massive mutant still in her grip, but no she was within range of Morgan. She grabbed the woman by the collar and forearm and the three of them all vanished together.

"Alright." Josey said. "Now, we go."

They reappeared on dusty concrete in what looked like an unfinished, partly collapsed tower. The floor was slanted, and exposed steel beams surrounded them.

Shrike wasted no time as she shoved Morgan to the ground and then, falling into a hand stand, tossed Paul out of her leghold. Despite Paul's weight and size he was still thrown a decent distant, and crashed into one of the steel support beams. The ceiling shook, causing powder to cascade down.

Shrike cart wheeled back onto her feet without flourish.

They could see, through shattered windows and crumbling, sagging walls, sandstorm still raging outside.