Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183250/@comment-5543592-20190831195503

The bullet cracked into the back of Shrike's head, and ricchoetted off her plated skull.

Shrike stood before Morgan, hand primed to backhand Morgan across the face. She paused, frowning.

"So?"

"I think I can walk." Tanner told Tim, spitting up blood as he did so. One of his legs was folded completely backwards, the other one was bent to the left.

Cable took a seat in the Vertibird, shaking, a worried expression on his face.

The hanger doors slid open, the Veritibrd pulling out of them. Josey leaned down into the cockpit.

"Circle around there." He pointed at one side of the warehouse. Each corner of the steel box looked the same from up here.

"Right there.  Lit it up with everything you have."

"What?!"   Cable screetched, shooting out of his seat in the back. "You'll kill them!"

"They'll be fine." Josey said, unconcerned.

Priors glanced back at them, a conflicted expression on his face, but he circled around the Warehouse to get a clear shot.

"You think I'm some android where if you say the right word I'll stop?" Shrike smiled, shook her head. The fire on her was growing, rachetting up, as if with every word she was gaining some kind of immense, terrible power. "No. In fact, even more reason to kill you."

She backhanded Morgan across the face, the heat of it frying the woman's skin.