Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190505235456/@comment-5543592-20190522012015

Brutus' proton axe imbedded itself in Shrike's shoulder, cleaving cleanly through her armor, sinking into her titanium-threaded bones.

She staggered a step from the sheer foce of the blow and slowly turned in Brutus' direction, pulling the axe out of her back.

Then she began to flicker, wildly, as if she was a protection some one was turning on and off.

She frowned, looking down at herself, turning her hand over as she blipped in and out of existence.

"Damnit." Shrike muttered, before vanishing. The axe hung in the air, before clattering to the ground

Josey lowered his revolver grunting. Ulysses pulled himself out of a pile of rubble, covered in a thin sheen of dust.

"The fuck did she go?" Josey muttered, looking at the space Shrike had been a second before.