Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190505203454

Shrike leapt off her one working foot, her broken ankle flopping about, her momentum removing the rebar from Paul's hand. She vaulted over the mutant's head and, flipping like one would in a gynastiques contest, bent the rebar in closed knot around the mutant's neck. She landed unsteadily on one wobbling leg behind Paul, although her broken ankle was already working its way back into place.

Shrike had momentum now, as Josey had warned. She was settling into her element-- the closing moments of a hand-to-hand fight. Morgan's words were empty and Shrike knew it, and when the hitwoman turned in her direction there was only sure confidence on her face.

Their footsteps echoed in the cave, and those echoes were answered by low, chidding growls, which seemed to come from the walls, the ceiling, beneath their very feet.

"Don't stop!" Josey warned.