Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190505172741

Shrike back stepped, his gauntlet whiffing, but his overhand right cracked into the crown of her head. On connection, Paul felt little give against bones woven with titanium.

But Shrike dropped to a knee with a grunt of surprise, never having recieved so hard a hit before. She took the opportunity to glance back at Morgan, and threw a hand out. A shockwave flew, sending soil spinning, and slammed into the sniper rifle, knocking it further out of Morgan's reach.