Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-26130256-20160608082426

Standing in front of the main gate of the BoB base, Trigo removed from his pocket a long wire cleaner. Bending the end of it, he poked it over the wall and focused on his Semblance, seeing the entire courtyard of the construction site as clearly as if he had stuck his head out to see it.

A good number of soldiers, none of which looked terribly impressive, but the set of turrets looked rather unpleasant. There were three on his side on the top floor and four on the bottom, and if the patterns alternated, that would mean twenty guns all told. Seven would definitely be a challenge, but nowhere near the worst odds the enforcer had faced. Taking a step back, he stretched his arms, took one last swig from his flask, then blew the truck-sized gate of the construction site off its hinges with his shotguns.

As the dust cleared, he drunkenly swaggered into the area, ducking and weaving through the streams of automatic fire and laser blasts. He managed to fire four high-explosive shotshells towards the artillery, destroying one turret and damaging another, before diving for cover behind a conveniently placed dump truck. There were three soldiers already there waiting for him, but with a flurry of blows they all fell to the ground in less than twenty seconds. Trigo switched gears and played "Cover Peek-a-Boo" with the dump truck, getting off enough HE rounds to destroy the turret he had previously disabled.

Five left, plus many more soldiers. Once he had reloaded one regular shell and one HE round in each shotgun, he saw one of the turrets switch gears to a grenade launcher, which seemed like a perfect time to find new cover. The two shells, plus an Aura-assisted jump, gave Trigo enough momentum to leap fifty yards across the site to a cement truck, and even gave him enough air time to destroy another turret with a pair of midair shots. He landed on a knot of five more soldiers, who were surprised enough at his flying entrance that he neutralized them in seventeen seconds, if you didn't count the two he collided with on landing.

By some happy miracle, one of the soldiers had been holding some kind of recoiless rifle, which Trigo happily decided to borrow, combining Destra and Sestra into a four-barelled shotgun while his other hand reloaded and readied his new toy to ruin some more turrets.

All this, Trigo Cardamom did while singing "Atlas Maidens" at the top of his lungs.

"Farewell and Adieu, ye fine Atlas maidens; I bid ye goodbye, though ye caused me such pain; For I’ve got me orders to sail on to Mistral; But rest ye assured, I’ll come see ye again;"