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"Rileyyyyyyy, come quickkkkk," She whined out loud, although the ghoul was nowhere near enough to hear her; she just needed some form of explanation and everyone was just... So trigger happy at the moment. She was sure they had to shoot some targets, not each other! Tugging at her braid, she looked around, taking a few steps backwards; she was NOT getting involved in that.

And then a stray paint ball flew past her, hitting the wall behind her, causing some paint to get on her.

... Great.

Astra wasn't sure weather she had made the right decision as The boil she had just shot was coming after her, and she quickly picked up her gun and shambled away, narrly dodging a few more paint shots either from himand other people before she took one straight at the front of her helmet and was sent backwards.

scrambling back to her gun she tried to aim a few more towards Demi, and just for good measure she looked to were jericho was, apparently firing some at the angry red haired demon, and shot a few more his way

All throughout the orientation, Petro had been quietly listening with utmost seriousness. This was a briefing and any warrior-to-be worth his mane knew whenever the leader spoke, you paid attention to everything they said. Of course as the equipment and gear were being handed out, Petro's grim expression took a turn for the worse.

Armor was armor, never mind if it pressed down on his mane-spikes. It would serve double protection he supposed. But the cup. The bright red cup. What was it for?! No, really, no one in is clan ever used anything remotely like it before. Then came the paintball gun.

Projectile weapons were not his forte. He can string a bow and shoot it but his accuracy left a lot to be desired. And now they've been given a gun. Thankfully it seemed most of the others were unfamiliar with this particular weapon. As he stepped outside, the monster horse just stared in bewilderment.

"Anak ng tipaklong, are we s'pposed to be moving targets for each other?"

"Petroooo," YES, someone familiar to stick to! She had started to rub the paint splashes away from her arm, but the more she rubbed, the worse it got, so much so that part of her arm was now a nice green color from the paint. She side-stepped until she was standing behind him before frowning at his words, "No! Don't get involved! I mean, I'm pretty sure we weren't supposed to shoot at each other!"

She then realized he was wearing a helmet too.

... Petro looked odd without his awesome hair showing.

And the Riley came to the rescue! She would have cheered if not for the fact that the Mindflayer looked really, really angry right now and she figured it wasn't time for cheering. Instead, she quickly moved towards where she was, tugging on Petro's wrist to indicate him to follow, before putting her painball gun down.

After having fired the shots at Bul, Jericho felt a few paintballs whiz past him before one landed on his wing, causing him to hiss sharply in pain. He whirled around, ready to retaliate, especially once he had seen it was Astra who had shot him.

The fairy was lucky that Riley had finally taken notice of what was going on. Cringing at the loud shout straight into his mind, the dragon lowered his gun and rubbed his head with a groan. Turning towards the mindflayer, he made his way back towards her to turn in his gun. It was a little hard to tell with the facemask on, but he still had a hint of a grin there.

"Sorry about that Riley, but you have to admit that make for some good real target and evasion practice," he said while placing a hand onto her shoulder once the gun was down.

Was he nervous of her rage? Yes. Yes he was. But it wasn't enough to get him too scared. Riley's wrath was something to be reckoned with for sure though.

Demi had no idea who the tiny ghoul was, but he would have to admit that she could shoot. Maybe it was because of her height and in turn, much smaller frame and target to hit, he didn't know. But her shots toward his chest were getting sharper as it caused him to drop to a knee.

He took a few more shots to the side of his helmet, streaking pant across his visor as he heard the bellowing of the boil he knew sooner or later would catch onto him. "Crap time to run!" The hound struggled to his feet and didn't bother to lay a shot into Astra as he ran off, West was n his tail and he needed a few more shots to get the raging demon going.

"No way Grumpy. not my fault, all I saw was red and thought it was the target." he screamed out as he ran around the canine ghoul and the skinwalker in the hopes that the roadblock would slow the rage train down.

At least he was going to but the clear ringing voice in his head had... well in its own words, enough. He put the safety back onto the gun and placed on the floor gingerly. The last thing they needed was another stray bullet. At least he knew he was hit first when it all started, it was an act of self defense.

"Well, the armor could take hits pretty well, if its any consolation." He said before promptly shutting up.

YOU. Riley's claw pointed at Bul sharply. I didnt say chatter. I said put the gun down and get front and center.

She brushed Jericho's hand off of her shoulder and glared at him with just a little more intensity than others. And you. She whispered venomously. My trainer. She turned away, refusing to look at him.

The next person who says A SINGLE WORD gets used as our new target.

Riley's Rage Meter: 80% and rising.