Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-5999656-20160523180116

"Raizel, why do you think I'm telling you to get in the car? So all of us can get back to the city and straight to the ER as soon as possible. Mazu is stopping as much of the bleeding as she can right now so Platinum doesn't go into shock on the way there. Do you really think you can stop battle-crazed Cyzarine? I told you, my men are coming so how about you stop stalling and make up your mind."

Fen got into the car, but not before giving Raizel one last look. It was true -  she didn't have time for this. And who said anything about a blame game? Wrapping up the loose ends would have to be done after the immediate life-or-death problem at hand was ended. If the redhead was going to keep complaining, then she was going to leave her here with one warning.

"if you're gonna stay here, then stay out of the fight. I'll take care of Platinum and Cyzarine is going to be subdued in a short time." She glanced back to see Platinum in a state of partial undress as Mazu wrapped bandages around the many cuts in her friend's torso.

"But you better make a decision in the next three seconds or I'm leaving you to the Grimm."

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Eve hissed and dodged back as fast as she could, but she couldn't prevent herself from sustaining some damage to her Aura. Luckily the fool kid was standing in front of her to absorb most of the impact.

The second Cyzarine fired, and while she was still incapacitated by her self-injury, Vayne had rushed forward with one intent: to smash the girl's helmet and expose her to the air. He brought his cleaver above his head and brought it down hard onto Cyzarine, while simultaneously releasing noxious fumes with his hose. What do you know - it was mustard gas.

Eve had regained her composure, and a wide smile played across her face.

"You really, really want to die, don't you? Now that's a first - a victim who would steal from us the pleasure of destroying her." Eve raised her nozzle and let loose her own spray of mustard gas, doubling the spreading volume of the fumes.

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Oh man, this was bad. Cyzarine wasn't going to last five minutes against this duo, and the waves of rage and sadistic longing emanating from those three would pull in hordes of Grimm. Zanipher reached back and pulled her own polearm off her back: a guandao with a dragon inscribed onto the blade. Not the dragon of the Nine Dragons, just an eastern style decorative legendary serpentine.

She had the element of surprise from here. She'd considered going after the daughter, currently huddled in a ball in the truck, but decided against exposing an already-disturbed child into a to-the-death brawl. If there was going to be any chance of rescuing the girl from the depths of her parents' brainwashing, or at least giving her a proper psychological analysis to determine if she was a psychopath like her parents... well, it'd be best to leave her alone.

"One of the greatest sword-wielders in the underworld," she muttered under her breath. In a flash she had leaped off her branch, using it as a launching pad to reach another overhanging branch, the one directly above the fight. This one she grabbed with he open hand, swinging herself in an arc before bringing her blade directly onto Vayne. It thudded off his Aura, as expected, but now the Fullers were off guard and she could move freely. Zanipher ducked under Vayne's outstretched arm and maneuvered her balance so she could grab him and throw him jiu jitsu style over her and onto the floor. Without missing a beat, she sent a blast of Ice Dust, a small quantity at Eve, who leaped back. That was good enough to get her out of the way. Zan refocused on Vayne, reaching down and activating her semblance as she held her outstretched hand over Vayne's face, causing red wisps to emanate from her arms and legs. On cue, Vayne began gasping as he grabbed at his throat.

"Like my semblance? I can steal the oxygen from your lungs and redirect it elsewhere," Zanipher said calmly. "I'm creating a vacuum in your chest while simultaneously condensing that oxygen over your body, making it essentially impossible for you to get up while you choke to death."

Of course, this came at the cost of herself not being able to breathe either. But with a semblance like this, who wouldn't have practiced long enough that they would have lungs like that of an Olympic swimmer? She could outlast this big guy, especially if he'd been fighting for the last hour.

But she didn't have time for that. Eve was still behind her, like a screeching mosquito. Zanipher glanced back. If Cyzarine took on Eve, then that would give herself enough time for the luxury of driving her guandao straight into Vayne's ribs.