Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170409121658

 The metal Xenomorph hisses again, long and drawn out. The darkness of the ship almost obscures the machine from view.

ICARUS waves at Siri.  He pulls back the bowstring and fires an arrow, with pinpoint accuracy. It flies through the air at Siri, cutting off some of her beautiful hair and narrowly missing her cheek.  He flaps his wings and dives towards the ground, converting altitude into speed. He fires off another arrow, the feathered missile shooting towards Siri. 