<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/682703493682081792/2MWpsaIy_400x400.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Spitfire<strong></strong></strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>Engaged<br/><strong>Group</strong>Masks<br/><strong>Action</strong>Directly Engage Threat<br/><br/>A low growl might be the only warning the man had that Spitfire as fast approaching.  The woman barreled through the flying debris without even seeming to notice.  Her speed increased as the shift in gravity forced the man to struggle with his prize.  Legs flexed and pushed her upward into the air.  One hand clasped inside the other as she began her descent with the intent of driving her two fists as one into the back of his head.  The move wasn’t pretty, but then again having the best makeup really wasn’t the point.<br/><br/>“Words are cheap Pencil-Dick.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Results</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Pumpkin Seeds rolled: 2d6<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 4, 1, <br/>Total: 5 + 4 = 9</div></div>