Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26060252-20150130001450/@comment-24828824-20150731232025

Jericho was holding his ground against the faunus, their attacks becoming bolder as the mob mentality overpowered the fear of his weapons. He saw Alice head for Darian and Elroy was drawing a lot of attention to himself from the crowd by efficiently knocking out faunus by the handful thanks to his electrified fists. He could not see Rhythm from his position but from the way the faunus in the mob moved, he could make a guess. Jericho had assumed that after Alice had gotten to Darian the two of them would make their way to Rhythm but instead he saw Darian head to the area behind the main stage the White Fang had set up. "Oh what the-" he said before a pair of hands tried to grab him and interrupting his remark. The faunus the hands belonged to had misjudged his footing on the icy barricade he had tried to drag Jericho over, and instead with a quick but less graceful move Jericho half dragged, half threw the faunus over his wall of ice and sent him crashing on the floor, hard enough to knock him unconscious. All of a sudden a glyph appeared just in front of him and a moment later Elroy was standing there. He looked a touch off balance, frustration clearly showing on his face. His attention was focused on the stage area where Darian and Alice had disappeared from sight before looking Jericho in the eyes

“That son of a… I’m going to grab them, You go get Rhythm and get the hell out, this place will be swarming with cops any minute now” before Jericho could respond he was gone again, teleporting back to the stage area and running off into that area of the warehouse.

Jericho cursed and the next moment he had his sword in hand again. With a quick movement he slid a blue cartridge in the hilt of his sword and activated the dust within to form a thick layer of ice around his blade, forming a jagged, crude looking weapon over the silver core, less sharp, but the weight would mean any hit would still hurt like hell. Now with his revolver back in his left hand he again cycled through his cartridges, coming to one of the same shade of blue as the one he had just inserted into his sword. He moved out from his barricade and ran into the crowd, blasting the crowd with a spray of supercoled water which formed layers of ice on their clothes, their skin, and more importantly, on the floor. When Jericho baited a group to attack him he’d turn the floor to ice and with a sweep for their legs with his sword encased in ice he could topple several more faunus. He worked his way to Rhythm, who was fighting with little room to spare around him, despite the reach his hammer gave him. Jericho stepped in with his own weapons and quickly the two managed to regain some room for the moment.

“Come on, man we got to be out of here five minutes ago!”