Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20180717205018/@comment-26127871-20180719023418

"You are not my equal, Rampage." She points out. "I am your superior. I respect the strength you possess, but do not mistake that with equality." She snaps. "Now, who's next?" She asks Scylla's crew.

A relatively autobot sized male walks forward with a casual confidence, his armor a dark brown, his eyes red as blood, and not much is distinguishing about him. Blackarachnia has really no idea what to do for him. "Sugar, do y'think I could turn into one of these fellas?" He asked, tapping a pod, containing a scorpion inside. "They're interesting lil' fellas." He said with a drawl.

"I suppose." Blackarachnia said calmly, but she was perplexed. "What powers do you have? Skills? I need to know for the-"

"Yeah yeah, techy junk. Quickdraw is my name, but I've always liked Quickstrike better. I'm a gunslinger, as you might be able to tell," he said, referring to the sheathed pistols. "I've got this little nifty skill, I can feel seismic movements, giving me a great sense of where people might be, heh." He says with a chuckle.

Well, Blackarachnia didn't like that. She supposed she'd have to replace that with something else. Likely venom, with some agility. "Well, by all means, go within the chamber." She said, gesturing to the pod. He stepped in confidently.

Blackarachnia never liked impudence. She would make this as painful as possible. A taste of what was to come.