Not surprisingly, it was over as quickly as it started. Ripley had Brain Pulp Boy nearly pummeled into pulp, and (Holy shit! Her blood's fucking acid!)
(Note to self, watch it if you spar with Ripley.)
The noticing of Ripley's blood brought Faith back from her singular stunned moment and she slid forward, scooping up Brain Pulp's discarded gun. The stinging, burning sensation was getting worse.
Looking down, Faith saw that her shirt, covered in a literal splatter of 'blood' was dissolving.
"Really starting to think that maybe I just shouldn't get dressed," Faith muttered, quickly ripping the shirt away from her body. She tossed the damaged bunched up scrub top onto a spot that was particularly heavy in Ripley's acidic blood, not knowing if it would help, but figuring that it certainly wouldn't hurt.
With a sweep forward, she grabbed up the Brain Pulp's discarded gun, ejected the ammo, and swore when she tried to tuck the gun neatly into the waistline of scrubs.
"Additional note to self, get some real clothes," Faith grumbled. Her skin was turning red in spots and blistering a bit; Slayer healing would take care of it, and she didn't have time to worry about the hurt. There were people down, and people hurt worse than she was.
Plus, you know, Acidic Blood.
"I'll help move Ripley," Faith announced, stepping up to the makeshift gurney. "Not real worried about the acid content." She handed the gun to Jon, "Find something to do with this, will ya?"
[OOC: Yes, Faith is topless (again). And braless. And, of course, not caring.]
[Faith] A Helping Hand (tag Jon, first aiders, open)
(Note to self, watch it if you spar with Ripley.)
The noticing of Ripley's blood brought Faith back from her singular stunned moment and she slid forward, scooping up Brain Pulp's discarded gun. The stinging, burning sensation was getting worse.
Looking down, Faith saw that her shirt, covered in a literal splatter of 'blood' was dissolving.
"Really starting to think that maybe I just shouldn't get dressed," Faith muttered, quickly ripping the shirt away from her body. She tossed the damaged bunched up scrub top onto a spot that was particularly heavy in Ripley's acidic blood, not knowing if it would help, but figuring that it certainly wouldn't hurt.
With a sweep forward, she grabbed up the Brain Pulp's discarded gun, ejected the ammo, and swore when she tried to tuck the gun neatly into the waistline of scrubs.
"Additional note to self, get some real clothes," Faith grumbled. Her skin was turning red in spots and blistering a bit; Slayer healing would take care of it, and she didn't have time to worry about the hurt. There were people down, and people hurt worse than she was.
Plus, you know, Acidic Blood.
"I'll help move Ripley," Faith announced, stepping up to the makeshift gurney. "Not real worried about the acid content." She handed the gun to Jon, "Find something to do with this, will ya?"
[OOC: Yes, Faith is topless (again). And braless. And, of course, not caring.]