Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190505170956



Shrike looked boredly at Paul and blinked out of existence. His gauntlet slammed into the dirt where she had been standing a moment before. Morgan's bullet struck empty air.

Shrike reappeared next to Morgan. A fist flew out and knocked Morgan's rifle from her hands with the strength of sledge hammer, then it turned with Shrike as she twisted, fist opening, and her hand clenched around Morgan's throat. The sniper rifle clacked into the dirt and skidded several feet away.

The hitwoman lifted Morgan effortlessly from the ground with one hand and began to pummel punches into her face with the other. She did so with no passion, but instead clean efficiency. One. Two. Three. Each punch felt like it had been delivered by a tire iron.

"She'll see us." Josey said, grimacing as Shrike got her hands on Morgan. "We need'a wait for her to be focused on Paul."