Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170530194819/@comment-5583506-20170616025022

Deaphanie lined up a shot at the Fat Man's holding slide, facing the tip of the inserted projectile in the iron sights of her scope.

"Hmm..." Was everything she uttered in a hymn of concentration, before she pulled the trigger of her rifle and let her bullet fly, with the intention of stopping the projectile dead in its track before it had even left the weapon... presumably blowing its launcher to Kingdom come as well.