Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20151012051750

(Well, I'll see what I can do about making it up with a kick-ass real boss...next post!)

Five and a half-manticores left, they tried for a ranged tactic instead. With all of them falling back to the end of the crew hall while keeping up the supressing fire. Ingraham had to get creative with a side boost to evade a flurry of cannon fire while honara barely escaped with a damaged aura from several laser beams.

Seeing Azzie use a Manticore's corpse for cover gave him an idea. Grabbing the busted up armor from another one, he held it at an angle to use as a shield while boosting forward.

"C'mon, close the distance!" he shouted, popping his arm out for a split second to fire some rockets. Naturally, the manticore prioritized those as the immediate threat which helped to buy a little more time for the team to move up.

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"almost...ho, shishishit!" a Fang engineer said under his breath as he just barely nicked some deeper power conduits on the Nephele. looking back at a diagnostics panel on the side of the device, it was still stable. Out of all the weapons they could have gotten out of this deal, it was only two or three dozen Type-50 lasers, and the Ibaalin just sacrificed all their manticores to buy them at most another fifteen minutes. "Damnit. These things are better attached than we thought. It'll take more time." he said to his superiors.

"Just make sure you get them off intact." the WF leader replied as he inspected one of his knives. "If we're only going to geet a handful of weapons, it may as well be the big ones..." he said giving the Ibaalin a side-eye.