Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25631224-20160221062657/@comment-26571677-20160318071618

As she ran to the truck, she distinctly felt a bullet land at her feet. This could have meant two things, one, they were really good shots, and two, they were actually aiming at her. Considering how the next bullet almost hit the right side of her head, she considered it as the latter. She started to weave and turn, zig-zagging her way through the pockmarked battlefield. Mentally, she cursed Vale, because even though Kinaver provided to be an accurate meat-shield, he couldn't block everything, and as the flaming, searing rocks patterned the sand in front of her, she let out an angry yell, hauling him towards the truck.

And even when they finally got onto there, it exploded into a large, flaming fireball, fuelled on by the diesel inside the gas-tank. The sheer cruelty of this action angered her more than anything else, the fact that they would kill their own troops, let alone ones on a rescue mission pissed her off beyond belief!

She dropped Kinav, and put her usual attire back on, taking cover behind the elevated sand-dune. Meanwhile, she formed a plan with Kinaver, who was also putting his jacket and shirt back on.

"Your semblance is to alter the power of flames, yes?" She asked, in a silent, and accented voice.

"That's correct, why? Do you have a plan?"

"Yes, indeed I do, and you're gonna help me with it."

She spent the next few seconds telling him about her 'plan', to which he could only shake his head at, but accept.

Kinaver took cover behind a truck, and attempted to cover her with an LMG that was still in working condition.

But it wasn't enough.

The moment Valka popped out of cover, she was met with a fierce hail of gunfire. As quickly as she had looked out, she ducked back in, cursing under her breath.

She hyped herself up, breathing in and out quickly, and jumped out this time, immediately teleporting away from the stream of hot-lead. When she landed, coming out of teleportation, she began to run at the Tempest Knight encampment, feeling the whizzing of bullets passing by her head.

Pulling out Schwartz, the air was filled with tiny pieces of ice, about as large as a bullet. They flew at the gunfire, and caught the bullets in mid-air, so that the ballistics seemed to fall out of mid air.

One smart-guy fired a grenade at her, the following explosion caused a massive plume of sand to fly into the air, creating a opaque wall, from which they couldn't see what was about to happen.

Then it happened, a bright light emerged from the middle of the plume. It grew brighter, and brighter, until they finally saw what had come out, Valka, flying with fire trailing behind her like a rocket.

The Tempest Knights yelled, "Fire! Fire!", directing their aim towards the flying, goth girl.

While in the air, Valka wasn't very manoeuvrable, so she instead took to forming a large, ice shield in front of her, which cracked like a spiderweb every time a bullet hit the obstruction. Then it broke, and she was without cover, and still quite high in the air.

She pulled out Damascus, and twirled around in the air, flipping and rolling, using the blade to deflect oncoming bullets, the blade shining in the embers of her makeshift rocket. Her eyes were dilated once again in the excitement of this daring manoeuvre.

All the way down, she was yelling, excitement and adrenaline in her voice.

She was more metres away from the ground at this point, and the soldiers had started to flee. They hadn't gotten even 10 metres away when Valka crashed into another soldier, crushing his body from the sheer force of her landing.

She zoomed out of the ensuing cloud of dust, and cut one man's arm off. Gripping the smg that he'd been holding, she held onto the trigger, positioned on one knee, and sprayed it in a circle around her, taking down multiple enemies.

When the mag ran empty, she threw it at another trooper who had been aiming at her. The weight of the weapon broke his skull, and he fell like a sack of potatoes. Then she hooked a grenade up from the ground with the points of her stilettos. She threw it up, ring detached, and explosives armed, before whipping it at another nearby encampment, where the shrapnel shredded through their ranks.

Then she turned, facing a person who was hiding behind a barrier, losing at the corpse of the soldier she had shot. He was holding a flamethrower, and his name tag clearly read, 'Amber'. This person clearly wasn't like the other grunts, and would most likely prove to be an amusing fight.

She smiled, a deadly gesture, like the expressions of a bird of prey. Holding Damascs loosely against her leg, she stood towards the person. Looking him directly in the eyes.

"Amuse me." Said the girl, dressed like she was attending the funerals of the poor souls she'd just taken.