Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28530195-20170101031455/@comment-28358106-20170315141953

(Not your fault, but it still sucks)

I crouch, uncertain of my approach, then disappear in a flash and a thunderclap. I reappear beside the Sixshooter, but the momentum of the thunderbolt carries me forward, matching the Sixshooter's speed for a fraction of a second.

That's all I need. I reappear, flailing for a moment, then my hands glow with a dark aura, and I zip and cling to the Sixshooter, my hands and feet attached as if they were magnetic. I reeach out, my hand straining for Glus' arm.

"Nnnrrrgh..."

My hand reaches her. Contact is all I need. In a burst of lightning, we are both arced away from the Sixshooter, who wobbles momentarily from the concussion of the lightning.

We land on a rooftop. Panting, I stand up and put both hands on Glus.

"Glus...you..okay, sweetheart? You aren't hurt, are you?  -huff-"