Celrie's attention would shift to Maribel as she delivers a particularly moving speech in order to have the female who'd resisted Celrie's charms stand down from the artillery crew. A moment prior and Celrie had been all but certain she was about to pull the trigger, and yet here Maribel is coming to the rescue. Celrie squees excitedly, calling out softly "Maribel that was amazing!" the scantly clad elf beginning to skip gracefully forward in order to catch up with her, and show her appreciation proper. She pausing for a single moment to shoot a little grin at the other passengers, as if to say, see i told ya she wasn't our enemy. Though when she realizes that most of others seemed to be ignoring the artillery entirely, and instead where tunneling on various minor threats. Celrie can't help but frown, wondering if Maribel was really doing more to help them move on than some of the passengers of the very train her group aimed to rob?<br/><br/>Before she can turn her attention back on the coon girl in question, a shot rings out. Celrie's blood freezes in her veins, fearing the artillery...yet this wasn't quite as loud as the one before. No this was something different. Turning just in time, Celrie witnesses Maribel take a shot to the head of all  places, the poor girl's body crumpling in a pile of fur upon the snowy ground. "Maribel!" the elf cries out, hurrying to her side. Celrie stoops to check on her, fearing for the worst, poor Maribel, she didn't deserve this, all she'd been doing is trying to help them...and here she was, the only one among them to get shot for her efforts! Celrie's breath catches in her lungs as she slowly turns the coon girl over, looking on with wide, fearful eyes. Yet instead of a bloody mess, Celrie only sees a trickle of blood, a patch of missing fur, and a bit of a graze off her otherwise intact head. "Oh thank heavens your all right! I don't know how you managed...but your all right" she breathes a sigh of relief. Maribel was alive, unconscious but alive...this was enough for her right now. Once the battle was over she'd be able to help her come to. But with live weapons still on the field, and itchy trigger fingers dieing to use them... Celrie decides they needed to be dealt with before she could tend to Maribel's injury.<br/><br/>Pulling herself to her feet, Celrie spins on the spot, her motions once more relaxed, sensual and seductive. She'd gained the attention of the distant rangers after all, now it was time to put it to good use. "You really ought to be careful where your aiming that thing sweetie...wouldn't want to damage the merchandise before you've had a chance to try it now would ya?" she asks the group of rangers, arching her back as she cups her breasts together, giving them a firm, yet gentle shake in their direction. Celrie couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as she stands between Maribel and her attackers. Looking onward with her own breasts clasped in each hand. She gently squeezes them as her gaze shifts from the oncoming gators, over to the one who commands them. Then further yet to her intended targets, the gorgeous elf licking her lips sensually as she makes eye contact with the skunkette, yet she does not stop there, only when her, half lidded,flirtatious eyes focus on the coon girl who'd fired the shot that'd taken Maribel down does Celrie pause to blow her a kiss.<br/><br/>This would not be just any kiss however, for as she leans forward, cupping her hands beneath her chin to blow, sending the kiss on it's way, a purple-pink shimmering glow  manifested in the shape of Celrie's lip print would flutter it's way in the coon girl's direction. Dancing freely in the air as it travels, a trick Celrie often employed in her performances, though where those are meant to give but a little tingle to the cheeks they land on...this particular projectile was packed with a bit more power.  So much so that as it connects, popping and sparkling in a cute little display of hearts, as it normally did, the psionic energy contained within would also pack quite the punch.<br/><br/>[[ Celrie is going to move 6 towards the rangers, positioning herself between them and Maribell, and then  spend 2 power points from her necklace to cast a 3d6 dmg bolt at the racoon ranger. ]]<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/352956">pew pew bolt</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/352957">pew pew bolt wild</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/352959">pew pew bolt wild ace</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span><br/><br/>with the -2 from the range modifier, the total should be an 8, which just raises.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/352965">pew pew bolt dmg (raised)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">4d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">11</span>]]