....shame, shame on you, Liman. a trained soldier would, and should probably notice a 6'6" muscled badass traipsing about
, though she's unarmoured at this point.
She carried with him a soldier's gait, and from the way she's geared—lightly armoured with nothing but a tactical vest and a flak jacket with its sleeves rolled up. On her back, is a combat rifle from the looks of it—almost as long as the girl is tall, and on her vest are multiple sticks with what looks like warheads on them. On her hips—something that looks like a pistol holstered up, and on the other side an odd, glowing device.
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The drone that hovers to her back on the other hand, is much more menacing—armed with a massive three-barrelled autogun
, hovering with an almost eerily silent whine as its single sensor eye looked at her and locked its sight on her, the four pods by its side clicking quietly.
"O-Oh, this isn't mine..."
edited 27th Apr '17 11:18:48 PM by f1r3lemon
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Eh, either way easily peeved off.
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