03 - [Action]

[inked_psyche]

*Rorschach has quite a lot to deal with between trying to kill the group of harpies attacking him and trying to avoid them like the plague. You might even hear the occasional muttered 'whore' from him as he jabs frantically at them with a rather large kitchen knife he's no doubt stolen from the Black Order's cafeteria.

Help him?*

(ooc: I fail at

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[gunsandcorpses]

*Help comes in the form of a bullet connecting with the harpy nearest Rorshach. Cross is standing a little ways off, finger nonchalantly on Judgement's trigger.*

Oh, my finger slipped.

[inked_psyche]

*...Pant. Pant. Stare.

Jabs rather carelessly at another harpy.*

....Thank. You.

[gunsandcorpses]

*Taking out another one with a second shot.*

Don't thank me, I was aiming at you.

[inked_psyche]

...Then you shoot badly.

*Yeeah, feeling kind of inadequate here, not that he isn't relieved. But now there's a whole other thing to deal with.*