hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
Oh, for fuck's sake. What the fuck was this million-limbed thing made of? Flynn swore, heaved a heavy breath, and raised her scythe. A couple more spells wouldn't kill her. Maybe a few Firas or Thundaras would drain her, but this would do, for now, as long as it didn't go on for long, but at this rate? She was fucked.
Feeling the irritation bubble up and explode, she spat out a "how's dying?" before firing up a Blaster and sending it off at Three-Face, hoping it would do some damage or she'd need to start swinging her weapon and praying it'd connect with something.