Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20151221230243/@comment-25389303-20161008100638

Thallium watched as the last of the Cultists retreated further into the facility, firing a few shots into their backs to keep them running.

He holstered his revolver and walked over to one of the mini-armouries on the walls. After rummaging through the ammunition containers, he gave up on trying to find the correct calibur bullets and instead tore open one of the medkits and helped himself to a long line of bandage, which he then wrapped around his mouth to stop him choking on the ash clouds that Sinclair had created. When he was satisfied, he jogged over to where most of his companions were resting behind their makeshift barricade.

"You three alright?" he asked. Without waiting for a reply, he waved to the others to regroup. But as he did so, he heard a screeching sound tear down the hallway from which he had come.

''That must be must have been the shutter giving way. Damn...things are gonna get noisy again soon. ''

Leaping forward, Thallium scooped up the metal door which he had kicked down and fitted it back into place moments before a powerful force slammed into it from the other side, driving him back a few inches. It took all of his strength to push it back into position, before he turned and braced the door with his back.

"You guys better know where we're going, 'cause we can't stay here any longer!" he warned through gritted teeth, struggling to keep the flood of Grimm at bay as he slashed at any limbs which squirmed their way through the sides of the door.