[skillyaslig]

OOC: Man, I drank way to much milk last night and felt so damn sick today…Ugg…
IC:
The pretty Grubb grinned. "Its not much better where I come from. But anyway, I---"
Cylepso jerked violently as a high voice, most likely a vykker, shouted,
"You, slig! Shoot that mud! He's dangerous!"
Four years of training kicked in, like pure instinct. With a violent jerk, Cylepso gave her gun (which was lying on the ground next to her right foot) a kick, throwing it into the air and seizing it with her right hand. Pivoting on one mechanical foot, she swung around and cocked her gun with a loud ‘crakcrak!’
Glaring angrily, her purple eyes narrowing behind the red eye pieces, she spied who the Vykker (Krik) was bellowing about, Ark. The mudokons tattoos where pulsating eerily.
(OOC: I know they are just glowing, but I love that word…Pulsating…*drools*)
Raising her gun with one swift, smooth movement, she yanked the gun up to eye level, her pink-nailed finger tightening on the trigger, and roared, “FREEZE!”