Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190505194712

Shrike stood over Morgan, rising onto one leg to stomp the woman's brains in.

"Someone has to." She said indifferently.

Paul emerged from the holograms and sunk his sharp nails into the hitwoman's shoulder. There was brief resistence as they caught on the before they punctured it, hooking into her skin. They were stopped by Shrike's sub-dermal armor, unable to find further purchase.

The injury to her was minimal, Shrike growled with annoyance and grabbed Paul's wrists, pinning his arms against her.

"I've had about enough of you." Shrike said, and the pair vanished. They reappeared across the room, but with a steel beam between the two of them, and Shrike roughly jerked Paul forward by his wrists, slamming him face first into the beam.