Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183250/@comment-5543592-20190830211930

A hologram deployed from Shrike, asorbing the bullet before it could make impact. She glanced over her shoulder, looking around with a glare for who took it, before she could engage them Paul grabbed her.

"Enough of this." The hitwoman muttered, and together the two of them vanished.

Tanner blinked, settling down onto his feet, holding his side, and collapsed against the wall, leaing against it for support.. "Fuck."

Paul and Shrike reappeared in the center of downtown San Francisco, crushing four or five unlucky passerby. There were screams of shock and surprise as they completely interuptted the flow of traffic, and hapless bystanders began a violent scramble to get away from them.

Shrike still held Tanner's long-bladed butteryknife and, as Paul held her close, began to repeatedly plung into his liver, each stab making little snickt snickt noises.

"Fuck, go!" Tanner waved a hand at the rest of them, dragging himself along the wall, leaving a long trail of blood behind. "Get the fuck out of here!"