Goldy isn't reckless enough to ignore a warning from the She-Hulk. She scatters dutifully, firing a few blasts from her Deatomizer as she goes.
Further insectile shrieks of pain fill the chamber. However, for all that her aim is near-perfect, even while she's in motion, the weapon isn't quite as devastating as she had hoped. A leg disintegrates here, an eye there, and she leaves two of the bugs with gaping craters in their segmented thoraxes. But none of them are seriously incapacitated.
Rather disgruntled, the Fable pulls up behind a cluster of futuristic stanchions and takes stock of the situation. When she notes the effects of Jen's grenade attack, a wolfish grin overtakes her face. She's really beginning to like this crazy green chick.
With a pump, she primes her weapon's underside attachment, then pulls the secondary trigger and launches a grenade towards the nearest roach...
THUNK!
There's no explosion when it hits the ground before the rearing beast. The little shell-shaped cannister just gives out a feeble cough and releases a cloud of thick white fog.
"For fuck's sake! Who labels smoke grenades yellow!"
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Re: Landing bay
Date: 2007-03-07 02:21 am (UTC)Further insectile shrieks of pain fill the chamber. However, for all that her aim is near-perfect, even while she's in motion, the weapon isn't quite as devastating as she had hoped. A leg disintegrates here, an eye there, and she leaves two of the bugs with gaping craters in their segmented thoraxes. But none of them are seriously incapacitated.
Rather disgruntled, the Fable pulls up behind a cluster of futuristic stanchions and takes stock of the situation. When she notes the effects of Jen's grenade attack, a wolfish grin overtakes her face. She's really beginning to like this crazy green chick.
With a pump, she primes her weapon's underside attachment, then pulls the secondary trigger and launches a grenade towards the nearest roach...
THUNK!
There's no explosion when it hits the ground before the rearing beast. The little shell-shaped cannister just gives out a feeble cough and releases a cloud of thick white fog.
"For fuck's sake! Who labels smoke grenades yellow!"