PARIS LEVESQUE
Lamia Scale GM
the unborn
Posts: 18
Ooc Name: Solace
Rank: SS-Class
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Post by PARIS LEVESQUE on Jul 7, 2013 12:44:17 GMT -5
Ah, good. She was receiving support from not only one member of her guild, but another. One of those had pushed the announcer onto the ground, into a very unfavorable position. It was the most opportune moment to get rid of him, because he was vulnerable, and recuperating from the action. Which was why, in a literal instant, Paris withdrew her revolver from her hoodie at seventy miles and hour, and shot the announcer in the head, just as he finished his sentence, with a bullet traveling at eighty miles per hour. If her aim was off, it'd serve to fatally damage his spine. And should that happen, he was never heard from again.
The slave I had hoisted over my shoulder was attempting to liberate herself, but I would not allow it.
"You'll have a Master to serve. It'll be me. You will be sold; I'm buying you with blood."
”You there! Woman! Drop the slave. Now.”
Briefly darting her attention around, she acknowledged the existence of a fairly decent amount of guards; had it been any more, she'd have been boggled over the materialization of an authentic army at a human trafficking bout, in a matter of seconds, with several waves of a non-militant crowd slash audience in the way. Needless to say, she activated her [God Hand] ability, aimed at gun at eighty miles per hour, and shot towards the man's chest area [Clarion] with a bullet bearing an identical startling speed of eighty miles an hour. Should they still be present, she'd gesture towards her immediate allies.
"Take care of these pricks for me, yeah?"
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