Searing ???
Terra set out that day to accomplish her mission as she hung on to all that was left. She had made a deal with Franky to make her whole under the sanctity of whatever nefarious goal he was reaching for. Some how the self proclaimed defense force commando knew in her heart she had been saved if only to become his victim in the end. But the turn coat traitor was ok with such a sacrifice, stubby green fingers moved her like a pawn on the gameboard but Terra she was a queen with free reign. This was her statement piece her magnum opus as she was an artist of sorts about to paint her masterpiece in violence and bloodshed.
Barrel rested capriciously on her bag of coffee beans as she lay prone on a rooftop spotting for targets. He wasn't a big deal but apparently he was still a deal, a problem that could become a headache. A come up of sorts on the west end trying to push into the knob and that bullshit wasn't going to fly; no not at all. The Knob was Frankys oasis his domain and she was contracted to protect it with extreme prejudice, so this marauder and his stab jack fuck boy fan club could sit on it and rotate. She'd clean up this mess with brute force and ignorance an example of sorts. She felt confident or high maybe a good cocktail of both.
Her breathing steadied as her concentration became s laser focus down the iron site. As her body began to loosen up from the muscle relaxers, she felt that calm like a waterfall surging down the mountain. The elements were in there place to allow this