Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20180315013212

With a final groan of death, the super-spider collapsed as the flames continued to crackle. The loyalists taking cover underneath wasted no time getting clear of the wreckage as they realized it stil carried ordnance onboard. Blow-out panals ruptured and the entire machine slumped forwards, leaving a half-dozen neo-destrals out in the open. Stella wasted no time readying her SMG and hosing them down. Weakened auras, concussive shock, all made them depressingly easy targets for the Tigress.

Briefly, her mind flashed back to the Fall of Yavapai only a few months ago...

''Smoke billowed out of Grimm Research Lab A-03 as a fire truck belonging to the City of Anozira powered onto the campus, ramming a hole in the side of the building before releasing several pounds of water dust around it. As it backed up, scientists, researchers, students, and interns were running for thier lives through the thick black clouds of the burning building. ''

''Estellia was among several other eliminators sprinting towards the scene to wipe up any escaping Grimm. Just as she was about to enter firing range for Avarice, the sillhouette of around 3 Black Dawn cultists appeared on the roof. A hail of bullets from a pair of automatic weapons, followed by an RPG barreling towards the fire truck.''

"YOU SICK! TWISTED! BASTARDS!!" she screamed, voice cracking. As the last squad of loyalists on this side of Tenth moved up to cover thier retreat, Stella's aura turned a flaming red and she charged into the right side of the formation. "YOU HELPED KILL THOSE PEOPLE!! YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELVES!!" First target, crushed neck under boot, second target was riddled with bullets as he was engulfed in flames, third target tries to get some distance with a grenade only to get it shot while still in her hands. Fourth target charges the Tigress with a rapier-gunblade while Fifth tries to lay down covering fire with an SMG; the Tigress semblance-charges through, shredding and scalding rapier's left side before jamming Avarice's muzzle brake against fifth's chest armor and squeezing the trigger.

In the chaos, Estellia just missed a quick dozen bullets whizz and smack into her back; her aura flashed and she spun on her heels to be faced with twin girls, twin specialists armed with wrist-mounted gunblades. Like a certain pilot who called herself "Banshee" her shotgun found itself unholstered and firing alongside her SMG in less than the time it took to blink. The one on the right deflected like a madwoman with windmills for hands while the left ducked and dashed faster than the Tigress's cybernetics could track.

Just as Stella was about to charge out of there to figure out a new plan, righty dove towards the ground as a magma gyrojet whizzed past her, followed by another, and one more before the signature roar of Sturmhund filled the crossroads and Stahlfritz sprinted into the scene.

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In the air, heavy clashed with heavy in brutish displays of firepower. Seeing as heavy attacks were a waste of time against Lucina's piloting, that super spider switched back to quad-cannons as he ducked behind buildings. His lesser-armored light turrets were all but shredded under the Adjutant's assault but he still had something left and knew Lucina wouldn't risk another missile barrage here from what he'd seen.

"Everyone, get out of here; I'll cover you! As for you Banshee, face me yourself!!" the pilot shouted through whatever was left of the super-spider's own speaker system while the loyalists there sprinted for thier lives. His systems flickered and before long, a single message appeared on his screen.

"With Pleasure."

As the text box closed itself, Lucina had brought the Adjutant down low with all guns firing. Closing the distance, the forward door opened and there she stood. Demon mask on and iron grips on both swordbreakers, she lept off as the autopilot pulled up. A short burst from her gravity pack and the Banshee landed feet-first on the super-spider's hatch. A deafening screech filled the air and the armor began to quiver as Lucina's semblance matched the natural frequency. Two quick slashes cut the hatch's hinges into pieces. With a kick, she knocked the scarred hunk of metal off and dropped the lightning dust mag for one of her weapons into the cockpit before shooting it with the other, detonating a small thunderstorm right in the pilot's lap.

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Ranier continued dueling the last super-spider, flying in random patterns to keep the pilot from getting a lock. His missiles were making an excellent distraction for the light turrets as well as a defensive smokescreen from the in-flight detonations but not much else. 1 plasma cannon against the spider's 4 was a mathematical loss but the spier also didn't have two crack-shot eliminators rising onboard.

"Rainier. Hold us steady. I have a plan." Daxton double checked the bungee cord securing him to the inside of the Inua alpha before he leaned almost all the way out and took precise aim at the spider's hip joints with an ice dust magazine. One trigger pull after another, the droid was forced to hobble around on its legs to aim before Rainier shattered both the ice and armor with the worst case of thermal shock thus far.

"ALERT: Missile capacity at 15%" the Inua's CATSAI chimed, not enough to finish the spider off given its interception rate.

"Give me a second; loading HE now." Daxton called back as he ducked back in, dropped the first box magazine for Midsummer and reached for a second one.

"Guys, you finish the job yet?" the Destral in charge of the bank squad asked. "Guys? Aww maidens..." he seethed as he unholstered his own gunblade. "I swear, all the good folks left with Kurai..." he grumbled, coming into view of Beverly through a skylight as she ran along the roof.

With a dust-enhanced stomp, the jaguar crashed through the glass and right behind him. Both her crossbows had shifted into drill form and they spun furiously as she threw a jab at the back of the sergeant's head. He ducked out of the way, letting the Jaguar impale the drill in the wall ahead and into the room with the hostages. As she tried to pull her weapon free, the sergeant swept her leg out from underneath her and lept on top of Beverly, trying to sink his gunblade into her throat. Synthmuscles tightened and the loyalist's aura around his arms glowed brighter and brighter as he gained the upper hand.

Holy shit, this dude is strong! Beverly thought to herself as her suit started warning her about an overload. Normally, someone would break out an unforseen, 'get-the-hell-off-me' semblance but that was not a card in Beverly's deck. She did have something else though...

Out of her chest, the glowing glyph of her eagle eye semblance started pushing up on like a giant balloon, disrupting the sergeant's stance as the only thing holding him down was gravity. Seizing the opening, Beverly flipped the man over as the glyph dissapated due to her losing concentration. She threw one hand on his throat to choke him while making a grab for her dropped drill with the other. Sputtering, the sergeant's aura glowed again as he pulled the jaguar's hand off of him and just managed to catch the drill as well. Locked in the same struggle as two seconds ago, he clenched his teeth and pushed back.

"What makes you think this'll work now, huh?!" he mocked, grinning as a 1200 rpm weapon spun inches from his throat.

"Physics." Beverly replied as she twisted the drill towards herself, guiding his strength into pushing the drill into his own stomach. After a few seconds best left undescribed, the horrid whirring stopped and the Jaguar stood back up, panting.