[This hasn't been much of a patrol so much as a hunt. In light of recent events, Rey has enough pent up aggression to make a wolverine timid. Sometimes they make attempts to communicate. To entice. But they're not given much time before they're hacked or shot or cooked alive, and then they're just not.
[Turns out this is a much-needed catharsis.
[Despite sporting a few cuts and bruises here and there, she's walked out of some scrapes relatively unmaimed. It doesn't come as much of a shock that she were to find someone not having an easier time.
[Stopping in front of the alley, Rey looks ahead, and then to her left. There's one of those things making its way between the two buildings, more distracted by someone trapped on the other side of it. A part of Rey would have used such an opportunity as a distraction for the enemy. But that part of her is long dead and silent then.
[Pistol drawn, she fires off several well-placed shots while approaching the green demon. It jerks forward, twelve holes puncturing the back of its head.]
no subject
[Turns out this is a much-needed catharsis.
[Despite sporting a few cuts and bruises here and there, she's walked out of some scrapes relatively unmaimed. It doesn't come as much of a shock that she were to find someone not having an easier time.
[Stopping in front of the alley, Rey looks ahead, and then to her left. There's one of those things making its way between the two buildings, more distracted by someone trapped on the other side of it. A part of Rey would have used such an opportunity as a distraction for the enemy. But that part of her is long dead and silent then.
[Pistol drawn, she fires off several well-placed shots while approaching the green demon. It jerks forward, twelve holes puncturing the back of its head.]
Hey there, fuckchop. Turn around.