<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nCMRGb0.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Hachi</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12052546#msg12052546)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Tacnet</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>4</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Moderate Consequence (4)  </strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Major Consequence (6)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Physical Stress:</strong> [X] [ ] [ ] [ ]</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>One of the bullets tore through her forearm, spraying the area in her own private brand.  A shame: she'd hoped to work on leading them away, maybe not destroying all of them.  Now she had to be certain.<br/><br/>Her heart raced as she aimed her weapon up, not towards the one who had shot her, but the beast who had just plowed into Drop.  Teammates were important, and even if she didn't mind dying, she knew full well that her strange excitement was the minority.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shoot 3</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 4d3, modifying each die by -2<br/>Comment: Shoot +4<br/>Result: -1, 0, 0, 0, <br/>Total: -1<br/></div></div><br/>She then spun her attention, glancing up towards the shooter who had struck her but offering only a raised middle finger as a target.  Hopefully she could get him to move to a better position to strike her, and away from her comrades.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Athletics 1</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 4d3, modifying each die by -2<br/>Comment: Athletics +4<br/>Result: -1, -1, 0, -1, <br/>Total: -3<br/></div></div><br/>Maybe standing up and throwing him the finger wasn't the best idea, but she wanted him to focus on her.