Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160802000726

Aabi can sense Lucida's mind wavering, trying to focus amidst the chaos. Aabi can hear her breathing hard; if she had a heart it would be pounding. Praetor slides down a berm, Lucida and Dee falling from his grasp. Dee continues rolling down the embankment,  cursing. Lucida rights herself, propping herself up with all four arms, panting.

"All right...okay..." Aabi can see Lucida's teary eyes shut. She focuses.

Praetor looks at the handle in his hand. His weapon begins to form, slowly. It wavers, out of focus several times, then elongates. The barrel forms. The grip grows in Praetor's hand. The shoulder rest drops down. The sight comes out.

The Herald turns, and sees the little group, its black eyes hungry...

Praetor kneels. He stares into the sight. He pulls the trigger.

-POP- fweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. . . *paff*

The little red rocket whistles out and pops into a shower of colored sparks, bopping the Herald on the nose. It grunts and shakes its head.

Dee stares, aghast. "What. The. Fuck. WAS THAT ALL ABOUT??"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Lucida shouts. "Aabi said a rocket launcher, that's the only kind of rocket I know!  I just built it off of what I saw! I'm sorry!"

A hail of arrows falls upon the Herald, and it turns its attention, its head swinging slowly. Melandil and a group of Rangers are distracting the monster...