That hurt. Letting out a cry of pain as it tore through her FEAR sheild, Solia stepped back, the eyes of prey defined in her gaze. She wasn't a fighter. She wasn't a hunter proper. A pretender, she aimed with shaking hands.
"Uh... Um..." She was out of puns. "Gelding!" That was an insult... right.
Solia kept shooting, hoping for the best. "Sir Brony, Lord of the Laughable Losers- the horsemen."
When this was all said and done, Israfel was going to have a nice, long talk with his hunter. Because this? This was ridiculous.
HP: 19 DMG: 7
kurotomato
Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 7:59 pm
Mengyao's expression hardened.
"I am not," he started to say, but the words were hard to form, and he could feel the blackness sinking into him. He opened his mouth to try and say something else, but nothing came.
He closed his eyes and fell forward, collapsing onto the floor and back into black.
Poking at the horsemen, the sound of hooves could be heard in the distance. That was when Solia decided that now was as good a time as ever to get the hell out of dodge.