Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-31049256-20180222021641

(Flame, Woods) "SHIT!" Reby yelps as she pushes up a tree on all fours to dodge the electric wave headed towards her from her position separated from the others.

Evyanne grits her teeth, her elven litheness and natural wind resistance helps her recover much faster than Trevor and Siara. In a practiced motion she pulls her rod from her bottomless bag and quickly casts a Shell, the protective green bubble enveloping her as she moves to take the brunt of wave in her fellow Band member's place.

She's visibly more fatigued when it stops, but as a testament to her grit she stays standing firm. Trevor and Siara are both moving past her soon after, ready to surround the wooden bird and make use of their MI's accordingly. Trevor readies to cover his wife as Siara prepares to crack her knotched whip at its wings once in range.

Reby looks at the wooden bird's face, and at seeing the unconscious Forjod in it's mouth she snaps.

She leaps from the tree, taking aim, not at its larger upper body, but rather its legs and firing with both hand cannons,

"LET HIM GO NOW!!" she howls as she fires shot after shot into the legs, hoping to simultaneously set it off balance as well as disable its electrical attacks.

For good measure, caring very little on whether the other shots did anything or not, she holsters her DRS cannon and holds her MW one with both hands. As she charges what is obviously a weapon skill a large orange ball forms at the end of the pistol, and she then fires it. It moves slightly slower than her other bullets, but the amount of energy behind it would surely rip into even the large torso of the bird shaped machine let alone its legs.