Reply to thread

Message

<blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 5500710" data-attributes="member: 63746">The desert man slashed that away without a second thought: “I conquer what I want, my Rasputina. And what I want is you. All of you. Pity there is no time.” He reached down to the burnished handle of his gun and, seeing her tense, eyes widening: “A loan, heirloom for heirloom.” Pointing it up he flipped open the barrel, and the next sound was the tinkling of six shells bouncing off the rocky ground. &nbsp; &nbsp; “Did I mention that I am a prince of my people?” Teeth bared, he carefully laid down the revolver amidst the scattered shells, turned and just walked away. [sblock=OOC]If you remember, the revolver was a coming of age gift from his father, the only thing he has left of him. Seif’s name is burned into the wooden handle.Seif is keeping all his senses trained backwards. If she manages to start shooting at him before he can climb up on his camel, he’ll try to deflect with his swords. If he’s already mounted, he’ll just accellerate full speed for the retreating caravan.[/sblock]* * * * * &nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Possible 50 feet to the left,&quot; confirmed Seif. “Be ready to hose that sector down on my signal.” And with a whuff of steam and a downwards jerk of the Beast’s shoulder, Seif went flying in a high parabolic arc.[sblock=Actions]Jump 100' to a spot on a crumbling roof (or the corner of two walls might work too), overflying the spot where he saw movement. Notice +10 to spot, Knowledge Desert or Survival to ID if he spots them.[/sblock]&nbsp; &nbsp; Seif's gut clenched tight on Deezy's last comment, one thought foremost in his mind: mutants! But too late now: he is already airborne, hanging upside down in the middle of his flip, as a matter of fact, looking right down the enemy’s gullet...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Binder Fred, post: 5500710, member: 63746"] The desert man slashed that away without a second thought: [COLOR="Orange"]“I conquer what I want, my Rasputina. And what I want is you. All of you. Pity there is no time.”[/COLOR] He reached down to the burnished handle of his gun and, seeing her tense, eyes widening: [COLOR="Orange"]“A loan, heirloom for heirloom.”[/COLOR] Pointing it up he flipped open the barrel, and the next sound was the tinkling of six shells bouncing off the rocky ground. [COLOR="Orange"]“Did I mention that I am a prince of my people?”[/COLOR] Teeth bared, he carefully laid down the revolver amidst the scattered shells, turned and just walked away. [sblock=OOC]If you remember, the revolver was a coming of age gift from his father, the only thing he has left of him. Seif’s name is burned into the wooden handle. Seif is keeping all his senses trained backwards. If she manages to start shooting at him before he can climb up on his camel, he’ll try to deflect with his swords. If he’s already mounted, he’ll just accellerate full speed for the retreating caravan.[/sblock][center]* * * * * [/center] [COLOR="Orange"]"Possible 50 feet to the left," [/COLOR]confirmed Seif. [COLOR="Orange"]“Be ready to hose that sector down on my signal.”[/COLOR] And with a whuff of steam and a downwards jerk of the Beast’s shoulder, Seif went flying in a high parabolic arc. [sblock=Actions]Jump 100' to a spot on a crumbling roof (or the corner of two walls might work too), overflying the spot where he saw movement. Notice +10 to spot, Knowledge Desert or Survival to ID if he spots them.[/sblock] Seif's gut clenched tight on Deezy's last comment, one thought foremost in his mind: mutants! But too late now: he is already airborne, hanging upside down in the middle of his flip, as a matter of fact, looking right down the enemy’s gullet... [/QUOTE]

Verification