So, aside from the little snafu where the mark apparently could soak bullets like a sponge, Doll was actually a little impressed with her handiwork. True it wasn't the largest room, but it was still quite a room, and she'd cleared it in under ten seconds. All that was left was a drow woman, a male ork - what a strong looking boy he was too... - and her target.<br/><br/>Drugs and goo was everywhere, and the light was not one she could shoot out now. She had a few more tricks up her sleeve, but after that last guy who actually ran into her, things seemed to have lulled. Doll hoisted the scythe onto her shoulder once more, standing as tall and proud as she could, her chest puffed up a bit and bared as it was in her armor.<br/><br/><strong>"To be fair: I only meant to kill the one,"</strong>she said, nudging the corpse at her feet.<strong>"They were all nonlethal; I can't help they're OD-ing on your pool of drugs, or that you shot one in the dark, or that the drow put a crossbow bolt in one. Only meant to take you out, but at this point guess I'm completing the set..."</strong><br/><br/>Her hand surged like lightning to her holster, and her heavy pistol was brandished in an instant...<br/><br/>(OOC: Initiative, Again! At 2016-09-26 01:13:58, Keelan (uid: 15533) rolls: 1d20a12 Result: 25 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95151))