Blue eyed the approaching girl - was the kid lost? Poor fatty... wait, the face was not in line with the body under the jacket, unless she had something else under there... wires could be seen protruding from a tear in the fabric."Frag."
Whatever was up with the rifle, whether the scope had shifted, or something inside was foggy? Blue had no time to find out until the little cherry bomb came in for a hug.
Blue reached into the bubbling fountain inside, shooting from that tear at the soul, from a door to elsewhere, into that stream of 'frag you and die', and connected to the approaching girl, and pushed.
Move.
Move, biiitch!
d20, rolled 8
That's what came from restraining yourself from splattering that little s**t of a hacker against a wall. Against a tree. Against the road. Shoving him feet first into the boat's propeller. It broke your flow.
Frag the little fragger.
Move, godd**n piece of s**te!
Gimme that +2.
She bleated as she soared up in an arc towards the rest of her band, and briefly before landing, Blue hit her with a well-placed laser shot, igniting her cargo just where it was best. 12 on d20 should be a hit, yes?