Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183250/@comment-24510587-20190830210656

Tim made several rolls on the floor before he came skidding to a stop. Had he not been wearing his kevlar vest, he probably would've broken some ribs; now, they were merely bruised. He gingerly pushed himself onto his feet and drew his sidearm, taking careful aim. When the shot went out, the bullet struck Shrike below the base of the skull, digging right into her brainstem in a one-in-a-million shot that even Anse McCoy would've envied.

That would put her out of commission... for a moment.