Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25857155-20150822020432/@comment-5426254-20151003034028

Here's a long and exciting one. The material's about to get darker, so here you go. I hope I didn't step over too many boundaries with Lyko here... -GL -- As the lock clicked and the door swung open, Sable felt a breath of relief as he and the other captured teammates stepped out.

"Thank! You! God, do you know how long we were stuck here? We were going to be popsicles at this rate!"

"Well, it's glad to have you back."

Pieter shook his hand, and leaned in for a friendly hug.

"Take it easy, Petie."

But their heartwarming moment was interrupted when the remainder of the cultists stormed in.

"Oh, shit," one of them remarked. "We gotta tell Lady Schiess-"

He didn't have time to finish his sentence as a bullet from Law blew his brains out.

The others charged, only to be met with resistance from the regrouped task force. Sable put away his other SMG and charged barehanded. As one swiped with a sword, a punch to the gut stopped him in his tracks, before a roundhouse sent him flying into his comrades.

A second cultist armed with an assault rifle attempted to shoot, but she was quickly stopped when Sable took the sword and impaled her in the abdomen.

The third attempted to land several haymakers at Sable, only to have him dodge, and perform a leg sweep on him. A fourth was quickly stopped when Sable landed a punch to his face, angled his left foot against his chest, and followed through with a second punch in a directe fouette directe.

A fifth attempted to swipe at Sable with a knife, but Sable caught him by his wrist, grabbed his knife, and stabbed the sixth in the heart, before a performing a backstab at the fifth.

The seventh brought a pistol to bear, but he was quickly disarmed as Sable knocked him out cold with several right hooks to the face with his free hand.

An evisceration to the stomach with the knife left the eighth crumpling to the floor as Sable finished his share of guards with a roundhouse to the ninth.

When the group had finally taken down the goons, Pieter scooped up the pistol-whipped grunt and the still-alive henchwoman that Sable impaled.

"I've got some news. Selena's got backup. Name's Vale."

Sable then laughed as he heard the name. "Haha, Vale! Vale! Good one, Petie! Looks like my sense of humor rubbed off on ya, didn't it?"

"Anyways, she's in bandages, but she's fearless. Uses a knife, and probably the tattoos on her back, judging on how many she has. Lyko's been generous helping me get to you guys, and he's proabably stalling Vale, if not the two of them."

"What we have to do," Vert chimed in, "is to probably avoid her as much as we can. We don't know how to beat her, and we're going to get our asses beat if we hurt her too much," Vert spat. As much as he wanted to bring her down too, he was forced to admit that facing off against Vale was a dangerous idea.

"I know one thing we're not going to do," Sable muttered. "Rushing in close. We're going to pelt them with as much firepower as we can, so long as she has that wiretrap. Grab a gun, and keep your distance," he concluded as he had a Dust filled magazine at the ready as he scooped up a pistol and an assault rifle, along with any remaining ammunition.

"Remember to watch out for the masks," Pieter warned. "She might have a trick or two up her sleeve every time she uses one. As for that wiretrap, we're going to need the help of these two for that," Pieter mused, glancing at the two grunts.

"Isn't that right?" -- Selena was about to respond to Vale's apology when Vert and Pieter busted through the door, holding two of her followers.

"What I want you to do is to stay safe. Even if you intend to serve the cause for the rest of your life, it would be in vain if you were to die," Selena muttered as she turned to her opponents, pulling out a detonator.

"You kids are realy that stubborn, aren't ya? Did you forget that with this button, your friends are dead meat?"

"Go ahead."

Selena was annoyed, but amused. They had the nerve to insult her, but either they were stupid, reckless, or heartless when it came to their friends' safety.

As she pressed a button, she would be smiling once she heard an explosion ...

Click.

She pressed the button again, only harder.

Click.

"What!?"

She pressed the button several more times, only to hear the dreaded, repetitive response every time.

''Click. CLICK. CLICK. ''

She furiously threw the detonator on the ground as she realized she was outplayed.

Sonuvabitch, she angrily thought. To think that they actually did it.

But she regained her composure, and started to laugh.

"Heh. I see your little game. So that was your plan."

Then a familiar voice impatiently spoke up.

"Hey grandma, can we hurry this up and cut the bullshit? I don't wanna wait to serve the PD your head on a silver platter," Sable shouted in a very annoying tone.

"Lady Schiess," one of the guards spoke. "We have failed to stop these filthy unbelievers. For that, we are very sorry-"

He wouldn't have another chance to speak as Vert and Pieter lifted him up, and with all their strength, hurled him towards Selena... -- Vale was furious as Vert landed a shot to the other follower's ruptured abdomen and threw her towards the Mistress. How dare these cretins defile the Mistress and endanger her safety!

But she wouldn't have time to respond as a spectacled young man in black trained a gun at her.

"Let's see how much of a diehard you really are," Sable spat as he aimed a pistol at Vale ... -- Selena was in trouble as she was forced to dive under to avoid a hail of gunfire. She was dazed when one by one, the guards slammed into her body. With her use of Omega Maelstrom, she was able to detect the movements of human nerves, but she didn't expect that they would use her guards to try and bypass her "vision". That took nerve, ruthlessness, and strategy.

As she slipped on her grey mask, she had heard the voice of her wounded subordinate.

"Lady Schiess...help me ...just this once..."

When she decided to furiously retaliate for ruthlessly hurting her follower, she was forced to block every single shot directed at her. As much as she wanted to hurt them badly, she was in no position to do so as she faced a storm of enemy fire. She had to admit that the edge was already lost now that she was nearly cornered, her enemies had very well adapted to her tactics, and she only had three followers still present, all of which were not in their peak condition.

"Vale! It looks like the party's over! Let's go!"

She would retreat with her subordinates, slowly walking backwards as she opened the front door.

But she would be in for a surprise as Lyko furiously waited for her outside, ready to fire Sable's other SMG that he still had once she stepped out.

"Don't forget about me, you racist old cunt," Lyko muttered. "You should really fuck over someone your own age," he continued, remembering Selena's beastiality comment. "I'll make sure you die old and alone, a relic of ancient history!"