Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-24416658-20160304062440

(Alright, I'm gonna do my best to guess at what's been happening. You can control the Pilgrims and Nacoma, but please be considerate.)

The Pilgrims on the roof were combating the new machines. The things were fast, hard, and deadly. But these were Minutemen. The best of the best from the Pilgrims. They had been trained against Grimm. Against machines. Against everything that Remnant had to offer. These robots wouldn't kill them today.

The male had his weapon as a staff, twirling it, slicing at the Hounds. Seeing two of them swinging at him, he jumped and twisted, corkscrewing through the dual fist attack and twirling his staff, slicing at the two. He was facing two at once, and his partner was facing one alone. She was using her Zweihander to block and deflect blows from the Hound, the ringing of metal on metal coursing through their ears.

At one point, the two Pilgrims started moving closer, blocking the attacks. As two of the hounds swiped at the male, he performed a backflip, leaping over his partner, who expertly ducked under him to perform a diagonal upward slice against the two Hounds, knocking them back somewhat, allowing the male to transform his weapon in midair and slice twice at the third Hound, then firing two revolver shots into his chest. Seeing the bombs on the neck, he frowned, calling out to his partner and kicking the Hound in the chest, knocking him backward slightly. Again, he transformed his weapon and slid underneath the legs of his partner, who parried a blow from the two Hounds and leaped up, kicking off them in order to land and attack the one that had been knocked backwards. Thus went their fight, neither side gaining any ground. The Hounds were relentless, but the Pilgrims had amazing strength and stamina.

"A little help would be most appreciated!" the male yelled out to the other person on the roof.

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Nacoma was running through the hallway with the Pilgrim she had commanded to come with her. Suddenly, she heard the revving of two chainsaws. Coming to a complete halt, she pulled out her weapon, still in crossbow mode, and switched it to her dual tomahawks. They saw the Hound, this one bigger than ones they were used to, charging at them in the enclosed space. Nacoma looked at the other Pilgrim. They nodded to each other, before Nacoma leapt onto the wall, holding a tomahawk out.

The Hound ran right into it, getting clotheslined, as the other Pilgrim ran at the wall, leaping off it and slamming the Hound in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. The two landed back on the ground, weapons at the ready, but the Hound was grinning, standing up as the chainsaws revved again. She put a hand to her ear, contacting Rowtag.

"We have Hounds, sir," she said, "Repeat, Hounds are in the building." Tapping twice, she and the other Pilgrim rushed forward to attack.

Rowtag, conveniently, had had his ear speaker on the table in front of him, so that everyone in the room could hear. He remained calm, smiling through his wrinkles.

"And so it was," he said, "That the gathering of all the leaders was besieged. Now, my friends, it is time to deal with this. I am an old man, but I would be perfectly content in helping." The Governor chuckled.

"If, of course, your own forces weren't enough."