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"Hey! He's running away!" Lizzy pouted before realizing that Jericho had taken off after the Wrath Demon. It might not be as spectacular as what she saw in her mind's eye, but she couldn't resist smiling and blushing slightly at the "show" unfolding in front of her. Once she snapped out of it, however, she started running so that she was below the two flying boils. Frowning, she tried to aim for West from where she was... But it was hard to aim while moving!

Christof flinched when the cup was taken from him, but relaxed a bit when it seemed it was helping matters... in some way, anyway. He flushed at the snarl from his Mistress, though, glancing back to Calder before obediently snatching the helmet back.

That's right, he needed to sign in to play, that was the rules. Hoping the kelpie had been reading his book, he tucked the helmet under an arm to carefully and slowly gesture 'what-are-you-doing-here-anyway?' in sign, looking increasingly frustrated. He was trying to do his Mistress right, and here was Calder distracting her from her duties! No wonder she was angry!

And he was growing more furious as well, face red still. He needed to get target practice done too, but now he was left *babysitting*.

West couldn't do much but continue to fly, considering that he had left both his gun and helmet back on the ground. He also realized, through the pinches of intermittent paintballs and his rather impressive adrenaline rush, that there was no way in hell he was gong to outfly Jericho. He sped on, looking for possible endings to this impromptu game of West Hunt and finding none. Fine.

He fell into a poorly controlled dive, hands held in front of his face like a demented mask as he careened through a somewhat steady rain of paint. Luckily, it seemed that not many of his peers were very good shots, or perhaps the sight of a speeding boil coming at them had caused them to rethink their more murderous tendencies. Somewhere in the middle of the dive, West began to scream, and he kept on doing so as he slowed down near the ground, attempting to grab his gun as he skimmed past. Instead, he continued barreling forward, sliding into the dirt and skidding to a stop a good fifty feet away from the group. He remained still and silent, but his breathing appeared normal for someone who had just propelled himself through the air at high speeds. He was covered from head to toe in quite a number of splotches of paint, but only those first two shots Demi had landed on his forearm had begun to bruise.

Riley wasn't shooting, but she was feeling a sense of victorious pride as her fellow members took fire to West at her command. When he came barrelling for them, she followed his path with her eyes, turning swiftly once he'd overtaken their position and passed them. Her arm rose sharply, one fist in the air to signal a cease fire.

Stop. She murmured, and dropped her hand. West was.. covered in paint. Her favorite part, however, was that he still looked pretty cocky.

Deep down, Riley liked West.

But there was no time for that today.

You look like a rainbow. That's something worth laughing at. She taunted in amusement.

Can we get back to target practice now? As in, shooting the targets, and not each other? Or can you children still not be trusted to play nice with your new toys?

In full sprint Natalia slipped through the door of the clubhouse and crossed the room, scribbling her name at the end of the sheet.



She was late, but here nonetheless. Now, what the hell was everyone doing...

((Sorry it's tiny! ;; I have to go to work now!))

As soon as paintballs started flying inappropriately, Altair ducked and covered, looking for the skinwalker to get in a few shots before the club was called to order. To his great chagrin, he couldn't find the skinwalker in the midst of the sudden chaos, leaving him spoiling for it when Riley finally stepped up and yelled at them. At least West was drawing all of the fire so that he could move off in search of his preferred target. He was splattered with a few stray rounds, but the incubus managed to avoid the brunt of the fighting, and straightened finally when the sound of pressure-driven pulls ceased.

He surveyed the damage done to West and grinned behind his helmet. Oh yes. This game was going to be fun. His only regret was that he hadn't fired his gun a single time, but at least he'd saved it for Nukpana. He twitched an ear at the sound of Shehk's voice, his grin turning salacious, and hefted his gun.

"Now that the kids are done playing, me too," Altair agreed, turning towards the targets. He lifted the gun to peer along the sight and fired off a shot at one of the targets, paint splattering to the right of dead center.

Looking up from the ground where Bul had ate it, the half beast saw West had been a few colors different now than he was a couple second ago and started laughing in sheer enjoyment at how fun that just was- the whole surge of energy to attack one target. Yeah theyd be a force against the NAP team.

Slowly he pushed himself up noting that Riley had commanded them to stop which was probably a really good thing. Bul brushed off the parts of himself not covered in armor and took a moment to stretch before carrying his gun in a less wildly offensive manner and a more 'careful Im gonna try shooting now' way. He was low on shots but for now it would make due.