Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190410021824/@comment-5543592-20190413014334

Denis' shotgun pulverized a harness' center mass, and it fell to the ground in a pile.

Morgan was on the right track, and the muzzle velocity alone was enough to stagger the harness. A chainsaw buzzed behind her, and Josey appeared, sawwing the harness in half.

"Five down seven to go." Josey noted.