Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190505235456/@comment-3293219-20190520174545

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:

Shrike's bones were reinforced with titanium, so Paul's strike did very little, only causing Shrike to lean into it to avoid being put off balance. She grabbed his hand with her own, pinning it to her side, and pulling him off balance, directly into a low-lying side-kick that hammered into his knee.

The enitre structure quivered up here with each step, where the metal was least stable due to being so far above the rest of the supports.

He circled the top of the missile, winding closer to the warhead and it's panel. Finally, he reached it. He could see where the missile ended and the warhead began, a joint in the painted steel. The warhead was about eight feet in height, the same in diameter, and it ended in a point. The panel was square, warped slightly to wrap around the warhead's curvature, and held in place by four rusted bolts, one at each corner.

He'd have to pry it off, and then see what was beneath. Though Shrike's bones were tough, her flesh likely wasn't. As a result, he snatched the drill bit off of the floor and jammed it into Shrike's chest.

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Denis opted to do so, prying it open with his knife. It was strong enough to pry it open and sturdy enough not to break under the pressure. A regular combat knife might have but Occam's Razor was one tough son of a bitch.

"Now then, let's see what we have here..." Denis whispered, peering inside.