Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-28358106-20171109152220

(S9/Meek) Tirush has just enough time to look over her shoulder.

Like any woman who has just been unexpectedly drenched with cold water, she gives an undignified, gasping yelp as the full force of the splash hits her, the sheer surprise of it knocking her momentarily off balance and into a wobbly flight path. She forces herself to land hard, scudding into some bushes and coming to a stop.

"Urgh..." She looks at her fur with disgust, growling as she shakes the water off, swinging her head and kicking her legs. The distant, heavy boom of the water cannon firing again gives her warning, and she launches into the air as another water bomb bursts where she stood moments before.

The mech reloads another shot, but it is too late. Tirush closes the distance and launches herself directly at its front, hitting it head on and smashing into it with all four taloned limbs out. The mech staggers and topples backwards, crashing onto its back as Tirush clings to its front, covering the glass of the cockpit, the screech of shredding metal above the din as her talons dig in.

She loosens a foot and kicks downward savagely, shredding the cannon's mount and knocking it into a useless piece of tangled metal.

"I did not want to harm you, but you are making this difficult!" she shouts, her face inches from the glass. She rears back and begins ripping the metal framing from the cockpit, tossing the pieces behind her.