Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-21447002-20151027225143/@comment-21447002-20151104051014

Cinder: Agh! My ankle!
 * Cinder keeps running and gunning, but then trips and falls to the ground. The wine bottle containing Sombra slides near a furnace that was dispensing heat.
 * Cinder turns to the monster, still shooting at it.