Eires held the revolver in their hand, white-knuckled and stone-faced as Michael made the call. They took a deep breath upon the completion and snarled, flicking their aim off to the side and unloading the last four rounds into the roof.
Shaking, they let their legs go out from underneath them and collapsed into a sitting position, heaving great, heavy breaths as the adrenaline slowly wore off.
[forum cryptid: it/it's](Julieta has just climbed onto the Reginlaze's shoulder and has a clear view on what happened.)
What happened?
(On the actual roof, Michael takes a few moments to just think over what he almost went through and decides to just keep quiet, lest he gets shot again. He doesn't need any more bullets in him.)
(Gesicht, he's more concerned about trying to contain the blood more than anything else.)
(I can't believe I actually pulled it off.)
edited 14th Jun '17 10:20:01 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."

....That kid's making that?.....
-He walks closer, his hand rested on the hilt of his sword-
Oi, girl!
edited 14th Jun '17 10:05:21 PM by MacDuffy