Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25631224-20160221062657/@comment-25924729-20160305031709

By the White Truth, this heathen is insane. Vale growled lowly as she darted after Valka, then leaped for the nearest cluster of enemies, katar flashing. She backhanded the first man, serrated claws tearing through flash and hurling him aside. The second turned, only to have both lungs impaled by the same claws.

"Crossbow Mode." Vendetta transformed even in the man's chest, quite literally tearing him in half. "Fire!" The explosive bolt incinerated the rest of the squad.

The faunus perked her ears at a distant roar of engines. Her Cult had arrived, bringing more soldiers to assist their fight. "Sister Vettel, reinforements ETA two minutes." her earpeice crackled. Vale smiled, fingers twitching in anticipation to rip and tear.

Then everything went wrong. A loud 'BOOM!' echoed from the hills, followed by a streak of brilliant fire. Vale watched the Tempest artillery sail overhead with horror, detonating among the White Truth army ranks, scattering men and vehicles. Pained screams and sobbing carried through her earpeice.

Her knuckle clenched in rage. "Break formation!" she barked instructions. "Foot soldiers and small vehicles only. They can't hit small targets."

By her advice, the surviving Cultists split up and continued their charge on foot, motorcycles, ATVs and even horseback, their prayers and battlecries washed over the plain.