RE: Masks 2
07-31-2021, 02:32 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-31-2021, 02:33 AM by Galloglasses.)
The Raven stepped off the dropship, with an unassuming staff in one hand and a very worn, if well maintained, twelve gauge shotgun held in the other. He looked up into the skyline over LA and the utter devastation wrecked upon the megacity and the stink of death and burning devastation on the air. His Raven's cowl, from his mask onto his armour shown dully in the afternoon daylight.
He didn't seem to react before looking back down to his allies and striding forward.
"Alright, where are we needed most?" he asked.
He didn't seem to react before looking back down to his allies and striding forward.
"Alright, where are we needed most?" he asked.