(a gift, for her? carolina shouldn't have. but the moment she drops, meets the feks eyes with a low stare, it takes her less than a second to eject a clip and slam one back into the butt of her gun. then it's just a happy corpse to join the rest of them, some dying gurgle she can't slow down to pay attention to, spinning back to her teammate with an aim across her nose.
a loping trilk, larger than the fek she downed, clicks whatever constitutes a tongue, that colourful blood spattering impressive armour — and sombra wishes they didn't have to kill it. if everything could just run smoothly without too much death, the mission would be considered more of a success for her.
but with a lift of a brow at carolina, leaning forward into a run to her side, she's avoiding its swing of a hard light energy shield with a duck,) I don't think it likes us very much, hahaha!
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a loping trilk, larger than the fek she downed, clicks whatever constitutes a tongue, that colourful blood spattering impressive armour — and sombra wishes they didn't have to kill it. if everything could just run smoothly without too much death, the mission would be considered more of a success for her.
but with a lift of a brow at carolina, leaning forward into a run to her side, she's avoiding its swing of a hard light energy shield with a duck,) I don't think it likes us very much, hahaha!