dragonheartedgirl: credit @ colorise (murder on my mind)

[personal profile] dragonheartedgirl 2019-01-05 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hiryuu isn't even thinking. As soon Will's making a grab for the gun, she's aiming her own rifle at him and. Shooting.

3 5 6. 8 - 3 for a 5 for precision means she definitely passes, 6 + 2 means that Will sustains 8 more damage from the shot gun. And she's already reloading, running purely on adrenaline and PROTECT TEAM instinct. ]

[personal profile] theyregooddogs 2019-01-05 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[eight was the magic number, john is crumbling, stuck on mars but absolutely out of the count]
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[personal profile] foolmetwice 2019-01-05 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Mars can feel John slumping against him, can feel warm blood seeping into his clothing. and after Eclipse and Hiryuu's attacks, he is pretty sure he knows what's going on here]

Hell--

[SHOVES JOHN'S CORPSE OFF OF HIM. . . also: making a face, gaze narrowed]

. . . idiot. . .
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[personal profile] thechampagneking 2019-01-05 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE FUCK HE DIDN'T WANT TO COME BACK TO THIS

GOING RIGHT SOME MORE]
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[personal profile] foolmetwice 2019-01-05 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[BYE MANHATTAN]

[THERE IS DEFINITELY A DEAD MAN HERE NOW]
dragonheartedgirl: (shock lvl 2)

[personal profile] dragonheartedgirl 2019-01-05 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ GUESS WHO ALSO DIDN'T WANT THIS oh god oh god oh god

there is no more fight to do but her fight or flight instinct is still going off





Hiryuu is hightailing it out of there without a word of warning, back to the center, shotgun still in hand. ]
Edited 2019-01-05 05:53 (UTC)

[personal profile] inspiteful 2019-01-05 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh.

Well they sure just. Killed a man.

But he doesn't even have time to process this because Hiryuu's running.]

Hiryuu!

[He's running after her!]
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[personal profile] foolmetwice 2019-01-05 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[oh hell, there goes his team]

[Mars shoves himself to his feet, adjusting his own rifle on his shoulder, and bolts after them both]