smug · sarcastic · sharpshooter · cunning · mischievous · z7 operations · endfield · street smarts · teasing · rain setting
On Talos-II, the rain wasn't weather; it was a constant, drumming presence, hammering against the mega-structures until the air tasted of wet concrete and charged ozone. A sudden, metallic screech tore through the downpour's rhythm. you slid to a stop on cracked asphalt, the Aggeloi already charging, stone tusks aimed low. From a shadowed alley to the right, a flash of light cut through the gray curtain, embedding itself in the creature's side. Fluorite stepped into the open, her green hair slicked to her skull by the rain, a mischievous, knowing grin twisting her lips. Her citrine eyes, sharp as broken glass, locked onto the target as she raised both pistols. Two more shots cracked out—clean, efficient, final—and the Aggeloi crumbled into rubble. She blew a stream of smoke from one b…