Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-5426254-20151217025857

Since there was no other choice, Vert was forced to take Marie's suggestion of opening fire from the van.

However, the slits that Vale had opened were too narrow, and would risk not only friendly fire, but jeopardize their mission as a result.

"Alright, Marie, I guess we have no other choice. But these holes won't do. You can stay in here all you want, but I'll find a better place to snipe him and ''not' have friendly fire screw everything up."

He then proceeded to walk to the rear hatches, and leap onto the ground, before moving to his right. He timed his wait for the next few seconds before stabbing the side of the next truck with the tip of Law, using it to climb the roof of the next truck.

Before long, the others began firing at the flying Devil himself. Vert made sure that he led the target before he fired, causing his shots to land a pounding on the draped bandit.

Now that he crashed on the pavement, Vert raised his fist in the air for triumph...

... that was, until the three trucks ran over the man, nearly sending him off the roof.

To stabilize himself, he stabbed the roof he was standing on and held on. With the Crimson Devil injured, all he needed was to gather a few Ice rounds to hold him still for capture, and everything would be a piece of cake.

But just before he could load the specialized ammunition, he saw Earl rushing in to finish the job.

''No, you idiot! Don't rush in like that!''

Since they needed him alive, he was now unable to shoot at the Devil since he didn't load the Ice Dust. Instead, in order to prevent the Devil from taking the advantage, he ran to the last truck, jumped from above, and rammed the Devil with the flatside of his broadsword, forcing him back as the two rolled on the ground, and intercepting the blade.

Now, the battle was on foot. It was the Devil, caught in the middle between Earl and Vert.

''Now we can't afford to lose this. It's either us, or him.''