Archer
Vonna King-Jones
Vonna King-Jones
Give me a target. No matter how small or how far, I'll hit it...
Archer got to her feet, subtly testing her leg to make sure it would hold her weight and dusting herself off. "So we've established it's magic. Great. Wasn't this mission just supposed to be checking out the old HIVE, and now we're up against magic and a whole mob of thugs. That's just great." She sighed and looked over at the robot carrying what looked like either a little girl or a very emaciated young woman. "And who's this? Girl looks like a Holocaust victim."
Give me someone to protect. I'll give my life to keep them safe.