The moment was quickly broken, however, when a beam of crimson light slammed into her shield. She‘d raised it just in time to block it, only being pushed back slightly from the same attack that sliced right through a train car in no time at all. That shield really was something else.
You turned sharply, and started advancing upon the Russian Unicorn guy, using your agility and a few well-placed weblines to avoid his projectile beam.
<span class="mu-r">“What is it with you guys and your horns? Are you compensating for something?”</span>
The Unicorn opened his mouth to fire back a retort, but you didn’t give him the chance. You had already flipped over his head and planted your feet on his back. He realized too late that your hands were firmly gripping the horn on his head.
>Roll 1d100, bo3!Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
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