The chances of a bullet hitting her are 0%. The trajectory of anything flying at her is altered at optimum angles to miss her. Ryth can walk in blind in front of a barrage of machine gun fire and not a single bullet will hit her. But if she is bombarded with flames from all directions, where the possibility of escape is 0%, then the attack has a 100% chance of hitting her. Basically, anything barring a 100% chance of possibility has a 0% of affecting Ryth.
Skill
Ryth has military as well as combat training, since the age of 19, she has undergone rigorous training to hone both her mental and spiritual fortitude. Under the guidance of her mother, she has been constantly trying to be a stronger and better fighter. Ryth knows how to use handguns, rifles & snipers.
Equipment
- Bubble Shield: The bubble shield is a small device that allows Ryth to deploy a shield that is capable of defending Ryth from an RPG explosion.
- Ruger® SR22™ Rimfire Pistol:
- TRG 22 Bolt Action Short Sniper Rifle
OOC:
Pretty straightforward. All that's done differently is removing her affiliation from Doom Corp, her stand and voila, you have a DSA agent with peak human performance.
A figure slid across the dark hallways of the room, biting on to a glow in the dark stick. Her blonde hair fluttered as she came to a stop, she gasped for her breath. Working out in the unforgiving environments in dungeon was the best for training. Sweat permeated from her forehead and sweat stuck to her shirt and pants.
"Damn. I hope this is worth it," She exclaimed, referring to a purple colored gem she had been holding behind her back. "Time to scram!" She said, getting up.
There were a lot of what appeared to be zombies running down the hallway towards her. But the thing about zombies were that they were slow in nature. Not very fast. They fell over others, some dragged themselves on the floor as they mindlessly moved forward.
Ryth turned and ran down the hallway and turned a corner into another passageway. "Well, damn," Another horde was closing in on the farthest end of the corridor. But the exit was that way. "Help me out here!" Ryth called out Pink Doom, and the skeleton like Spirit emerged out of Ryth's body.
Like a rampaging bull, the 7 feet tall Spirit charged forward. ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA! High speed punches were thrown at the zombie horde, chests flattened and skulls shattered, sending limbs and brain scattering around. There were no blood though, just gore. These people had been dead for hundreds of years after all. Ryth didn't look back as she charged straight through the Zombie Horde as she was being led by Pink Doom. As they turned another corner, the exit was right there.
At last, they got out. The entrance in the sand dune closed down. "Just in time too!" Ryth yelled in victory.
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Just as she was about to climb the buggy she had used to reach the place, her PDA dinged. An email from her mom.
"It's your birthday Lizzy, or did you even forget that? Hope to see you soon,
- Annabel Danger"
Ryth rolled her eyes as she replied to the email, "I have no plans to mom, gonna hang out with some friends instead,"
A few hours and a flight later, Ryth was back in USA, in her apartment and she called Landon, wondering if he was free. The guy had promised her to be there on her birthday. She texted him, "Landon, what do you wanna do... you know? Its my birthday today," She didn't want to be edgy, but she totally was being edgy right now. Landon was her only friend that she knew, and she kinda wanted him to make her birthday sort of a special occasion.
For now? She put the phone down and went in for a nice long shower. The day was just beginning and she had no intention of sleeping at all!
OOC FLUFF
- This blog is some like 7 months old IRL time - taken out from an event post.
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