Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
While the blister drones where a fun and interesting investment on Shasta's part, She never intended to use one. Let alone within proximity to herself. Her hyper sensitive eyes and ears where overwhelmed by the concussion and the flash, And only her prior shout in preparation seemed to keep her own eardrums from being destroyed.
After a short fit of rolling around screaming and clutching her head with one hand, And trying to somehow swat the painful ringing away from her with the other Shasta finally managed to get to her feet with the help of her two remaining drones. Pulling herself up by grabbing their gimbles, Their motors and fans whining in protest to the sudden shift in weight and force, Pulling her up just enough to stand on her own before she released them to hover protectively at her shoulders.
A new stranger that seemed to be on her side seemed to have the situation under control. But for insurance she sent Shani to her, Who quickly circled the woman to record and identify her before taking up a position just above, Its dual Little Killers training from target to target waiting for sudden movements or aggressive actions before it fired at them.
The other, Stayed with Shasta in case she needed something to hold on to. With her arms covered in shallow gashes and defensive wounds, Her formerly nice white dress covered on one side down to her leg in crimson, Her eyes bloodshot and her face red from smoke and heat. She truly looked like a prom date from hell. And each of those injuries was slowly starting to catch up with her as she staggered and fought away the urge to black out.
With an uncommon lack of one liners or anything snarky to say, Shasta hobbled over towards her previous human shield, Nudging him softly with her boot to make sure he was still alive. She wasn't sure she could help him to his feet, Or help him at all if he was inured, But anything to mitigate the death count or at least confirm someone else was alive until the NPF arrived would lessen the fall on her if she even had a job in the morning.
After a short fit of rolling around screaming and clutching her head with one hand, And trying to somehow swat the painful ringing away from her with the other Shasta finally managed to get to her feet with the help of her two remaining drones. Pulling herself up by grabbing their gimbles, Their motors and fans whining in protest to the sudden shift in weight and force, Pulling her up just enough to stand on her own before she released them to hover protectively at her shoulders.
A new stranger that seemed to be on her side seemed to have the situation under control. But for insurance she sent Shani to her, Who quickly circled the woman to record and identify her before taking up a position just above, Its dual Little Killers training from target to target waiting for sudden movements or aggressive actions before it fired at them.
The other, Stayed with Shasta in case she needed something to hold on to. With her arms covered in shallow gashes and defensive wounds, Her formerly nice white dress covered on one side down to her leg in crimson, Her eyes bloodshot and her face red from smoke and heat. She truly looked like a prom date from hell. And each of those injuries was slowly starting to catch up with her as she staggered and fought away the urge to black out.
With an uncommon lack of one liners or anything snarky to say, Shasta hobbled over towards her previous human shield, Nudging him softly with her boot to make sure he was still alive. She wasn't sure she could help him to his feet, Or help him at all if he was inured, But anything to mitigate the death count or at least confirm someone else was alive until the NPF arrived would lessen the fall on her if she even had a job in the morning.