Mena
Noming on Treats
Isral
Pausing to check the string, making sure that the string wasn't cut, Isral looked around through the black smoke towards her opponent. She laced her fingers with individual strings, these strings would be perfect when grouped together as they could form some amazing things. Upon hearing a distorted voice coming from the direction of inside the black cloud, She halted her movement and froze in place; she wasn't frightened, it was just odd for a voice to sound like that. The voice sounded so cold and unemotional that it could also rival her own voice, if she were to ever talk more than she allowed herself to. She slapped herself on the cheek, forcing herself to be on alarm for anything the stupid general would throw at her.
"More than perfectly." Isral replied in a monotone voice, motioning to her pocket once more to grab a hold of another grenade. Just then, with fast thinking and quick reflexes, she narrowly dodged one of the spikes that came from the smoke. She hadn't dodged unscathed, she felt the sides of her left arm and right leg sting with pain from cuts. She could tell from the cuts that her aim with her gun would be a little bit off, as well as her speed would be a handicap. I will have to attend to these cuts later, this guy is really annoying... She thought looking towards the smoke. More spikes began to come out the smoke, Isral simply placed two fingers together and slashed at the air. White crescent shaped circles emitted from her fingers, sending them towards the spikes directions. While the sound waves were taking care of business with the spikes, Isral jumped back behind the nearby trees and pulled out her sniper rifle, she kneeled her good leg and carefully aimed for the smoke cloud as it was slowly dissipating.
Efert
Efert looked around the kitchen, looking for something that she could still use to get up to the second cabinet. She had picked herself fully off from the floor, her head was pounding even though the room wasn't spinning for her as of yet. Her fingers grasped against the countertop, trying to steady herself against the pain coming from her head. Once the pain had begun to feel a bit better, Efert looked around the room to see a latter in the corner of the kitchen, set up against a row of unopened cabinets. Just as she was about to walk over and retrieve the latter to try again, her friend Shinji, came into the kitchen asking if she was ok due from the fall."I-I'm fine, just couldn't reach the bowls..." Efert rubbed the back of her head, she felt a bit embarrassed over what happened while her was gone.
It could be worse, I could have ended up breaking something! Then again...this is not the first time that I had fell in someone's house.... Efert thought to herself, looking at the cabinet. Just then the cabinet door had burst off the hinges and collapsed onto the floor, leaving a dazed Efert to look at the door. It took her a minute to come to her own senses, reality hit her almost like a truck hits a cat in the middle of the road. "U-Uhm! Sorry! So very sorry!" Efert apologized over and over, she was very clumsy and this was what always happens when she touches something not hers.
@happydeath
Pausing to check the string, making sure that the string wasn't cut, Isral looked around through the black smoke towards her opponent. She laced her fingers with individual strings, these strings would be perfect when grouped together as they could form some amazing things. Upon hearing a distorted voice coming from the direction of inside the black cloud, She halted her movement and froze in place; she wasn't frightened, it was just odd for a voice to sound like that. The voice sounded so cold and unemotional that it could also rival her own voice, if she were to ever talk more than she allowed herself to. She slapped herself on the cheek, forcing herself to be on alarm for anything the stupid general would throw at her.
"More than perfectly." Isral replied in a monotone voice, motioning to her pocket once more to grab a hold of another grenade. Just then, with fast thinking and quick reflexes, she narrowly dodged one of the spikes that came from the smoke. She hadn't dodged unscathed, she felt the sides of her left arm and right leg sting with pain from cuts. She could tell from the cuts that her aim with her gun would be a little bit off, as well as her speed would be a handicap. I will have to attend to these cuts later, this guy is really annoying... She thought looking towards the smoke. More spikes began to come out the smoke, Isral simply placed two fingers together and slashed at the air. White crescent shaped circles emitted from her fingers, sending them towards the spikes directions. While the sound waves were taking care of business with the spikes, Isral jumped back behind the nearby trees and pulled out her sniper rifle, she kneeled her good leg and carefully aimed for the smoke cloud as it was slowly dissipating.
Efert
Efert looked around the kitchen, looking for something that she could still use to get up to the second cabinet. She had picked herself fully off from the floor, her head was pounding even though the room wasn't spinning for her as of yet. Her fingers grasped against the countertop, trying to steady herself against the pain coming from her head. Once the pain had begun to feel a bit better, Efert looked around the room to see a latter in the corner of the kitchen, set up against a row of unopened cabinets. Just as she was about to walk over and retrieve the latter to try again, her friend Shinji, came into the kitchen asking if she was ok due from the fall."I-I'm fine, just couldn't reach the bowls..." Efert rubbed the back of her head, she felt a bit embarrassed over what happened while her was gone.
It could be worse, I could have ended up breaking something! Then again...this is not the first time that I had fell in someone's house.... Efert thought to herself, looking at the cabinet. Just then the cabinet door had burst off the hinges and collapsed onto the floor, leaving a dazed Efert to look at the door. It took her a minute to come to her own senses, reality hit her almost like a truck hits a cat in the middle of the road. "U-Uhm! Sorry! So very sorry!" Efert apologized over and over, she was very clumsy and this was what always happens when she touches something not hers.
@happydeath