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Oblivious to his friend's discomfort at his abrupt disappearance, Christof watched the goings on in wondered bafflement. What... odd devices! He was not familiar with Guns, really, except what he had learned from Barth's Video Games. They seemed a very efficient weapon.

With everyone seeming to be stocked with ammo, he begin fidgeting with his own gun, studying the trigger mechanism, the ball loading, the compartment where the CO2 cartridge went before holding it up to his eye to test the cross-hairs. Hmmm...

Red wings fluttered into view and the patchwork's expression narrowed. A very efficient weapon. Better than rocks because he couldn't get expelled if the shot hit... it was only paint. It was only a game. HE was top minion, here, Dragon.

Christof pulled the trigger.

Jericho was only lucky that the Igor's eyes weren't the sharpest, the paintball wizzed past a hair from the Dragon's shoulder to splatter against a far tree.

Haha! This was so fun! Junko was laughing as she hopped from foot to foot, looking absolutely delighted. Whether she hit or not, or was hit, it didn't matter to her. She was having fun!

She aimed once again, staying as still as she could...

((Successful hits: 2))

Apparently Nuk had little aim, and Riley was even going easy, or just missing straight up it seemed. So she sneaked her way over towards Altair raising her gun again ready to take another shot. She just couldn't line it up proper, her shots being narrowly aimed between other members trying to avoid them and costing her all her chances to hit in the process.

"Son of a...."

When Nuk reopened his eyes, he realized suddenly that things had not EXACTLY gone the way he'd planned. If anyone could see through the helmet, they might have laughed at the face he was making, a mixture of anger and disappointment, with a nice big helping of a pout twisting his expression. On the other side of the field, Altair was completely clean! Not only that, he didn't even SEE any of the paintballs he had shot, not even a speck of red paint on the ground! What the hell, what was this bullshit?! This was not going the way he'd planned -- HE'D FIRED LIKE, TWENTY SHOTS, WHERE THE HELL HAD THOSE PAINTBALLS GONE?

As it was, he might have wished he hadn't mentally asked that, receiving his answer a moment later in the form of a voice in his head telling him to AIM, as well as the sound of paintballs splattering into the tree next to him. The skinwalker promptly yelped, audible enough that anyone even reasonably close could have heard him. Including Altair. Feathers ruffled, Nuk spun to face Riley, making a face at her beneath the mask.

"HEY. I ACCIDENTALLY CLOSED MY EYES, OK?!"

... perhaps he shoulda kept that one to himself. Pausing for a second, there was a slight hesitation before he corrected himself, grinning like a loon.

"I'LL SHOW YOU AIM."

Shooting a few shots in her direction, the skinwalker spun before his finger had left the trigger, firing in Altair's direction as well.

HITS: 1
MISSES: 2

That hadn't exactly gone according to plan. Siddie frowned, moved to the side slightly, shot again.

Too much pull. The paintball gun jerked to the left when she shot, she observed. She could make up for that, she thought. Pay attention! In any endeavor, thinking about it was critical.

Well, at least he had listened to her advice. The paintball hit her square in the chest, knocking the breath out of her. She dipped her head down to look at it, and nodded slightly.

Impressive. She watched him fail utterly at hitting his actual target, however, and it was that failure that enraged her.

Completely.

Riley Rage Meter: 100% WARNING. WARNING. ALL TARGETS AT RISK.

She picked up her gun, and started walking. Her walk became a jog, and her jog became a straight up CHARGE towards Nuk, growling demonically.

She.. is a demon, after all.

She shot him twice, landing squarely on the visor of his helmet. Then she turned her gun in a stunning upset and shot down Shehk, Bul, Lizzy, Christof, Astra, and Petro, before rounding on Nuk again.

THAT. She fired one shot straight into his chest. IS HOW YOU AIM.

As if needing further instruction, she fired another round of shots, this time hitting Seiji, Shehk, Jericho, Altair, Lizzy again, Astra, Junko, Petro, Damien, and Seiji one last time.

Fatalities, across the board. She lifted the gun to her helmet as if she could blow it out, and her tentacle reared up to do just that.

Sometimes Damien had to wonder, what the hell was he thinking? It was like at times he had no control over his own mouth and body, and that crotchthrust was one of those times, especially when he had no cup to protect that area. Sadly he couldn't spend the time mentally berating himself as he caught his "partner" charging in on him. The time of talk was over, and in its place was the scheduled program of shut the hell up and run!

The hound did nothing more than cut a turn to his right and check the safety before glancing at his gunsights and firing off a couple of rounds, more or less "get the ******** back" spazz shots while he tried desperately to increase the distance between then. If they hit, that was just lucky, but he fully didn't expect then to strike, nor slow the pissed off demon down.

Shooting West up close and personal may have been a valiant thought, but not one that was easily survivable. "Only if you catch me and that's not exactly in my game plan!"

"Right, not a kill shot, In that case, FEET DONT FAIL ME NOW!" We now bring you back to your regularly scheduled program.