Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-5426254-20160311000154

''Sorry I took so long. Had to add in new segments, so I have to make this a three parter. -GL'' -- Barnes watched with fear as Memories knocked out his men, and then head upstairs without killing the green-haired man.

''What is that girl doing? She was supposed to help me, damnit! Not switch sides!''

Of course, it was the least of his problems as he then Tigris melt the reinforced steel doors with her Semblance before falling, allowing the group outside to come in.

''Tigris, you imbecile! Now they're going to get inside!''

To minimize the damage, he had dispatched Lupin through a deal that he was unlikely ever going to hold his end of the bargain with. Additionally, he still had hundreds of men on the upper floors, with roughly a dozen loyal lieutenants at his side and a few bent cops on his payroll.

But it was still not enough. He decided to make an announcement, rapidly typing on his keyboards and preparing the announcement. He would appeal to the patrons of the Funhouse and any available criminals and mercenaries, with his specialty being information gathering and management - with a bit of marketing prowess.

He would, however, still lose in one way or another; if they lost, he would be screwed and in harm's way. If they won, he would not only have to fork out as much cash for not only their advance payments, but also their fees once they succeeded.

Either way, he would have an aneurysm by the time this mess was over.

Assuming he would still live, of course. -- Once the fire stopped, a group of mobsters armed with melee weapons and handguns slowly approached the table, while the rest hid in nooks on the hallways, ready to fire once he lay in view. Apparently, some of them hid in the casinos, or recovered from the beating Memories gave them.

But just like their comrades, they were in for a surprise. Vert suddenly popped up from the desk, grabbed the mobster at the back of the table, and slammed his head on the surface.

I'm gonna live, till I die,

Just as the henchman on the right engaged the young man with his lead pipe, he was soon impaled with the blade of Law, after blocking his continuous attacks.

I'm gonna laugh, 'stead of cry,

What he did not anticipate was that the other mobster aggressively kicked him in the back, sending him face-first into the circular wall, before forcing him to the front of the desk. The pistol-wielding thugs slowly backed off a few feet, ready to fire should their bat-wielding colleague fall.

I'm gonna take the town -

But that wouldn't happen soon as Vert was soon kicked into one of the grand staircases, his body tumbling backwards as he fell on each step of the flight of stairs all the way to the first floor.

- and turn it upside down,

The mobsters waiting on the other staircase saw this as their opportunity to attack as they headed to the first floor to kick Vert as he was down.

I'm gonna live, live, live until I die.

But the henchman was not yet finished with Vert as he continued attacking with his baseball bat, forcing the dazed Vert to quickly dodge backwards, and block with Law as best as he could. A subsequent kick sent Vert lying on his back as the first floor mobsters fired in his direction.

The Huntsman-In-Training was lucky enough to dodge the incoming salvo, and push down a table as cover.

When he took the time to check his Aura, he wasn't happy.

''Shit! 80 percent!''

The mobsters that now flooded the first floor had worked out an effective plan of attack - once the gunmen stopped firing, the bat-wielding man would rush forward and try his hand. They would repeat the process in intervals until the man was dead.

Fortunately for them, Cyzarine was already in another area, looking for the kids in the Funhouse, so their battle wasn't going to be interrupted. And mourning the bloody deaths of their comrades was a moot point with their next opponent.

They're gonna say, "What a guy!"

When it was the slugger's turn, he swung as wildly as he could, forcing Vert to step back. After he blocked a high swing, the henchman swiftly kicked him, senhding him backwards towards the wall.

I'm gonna play for the sky,

As the thug jumped on a table to land another downward hit, Vert was forced to run past the slot machines to the table on the far wall of the main entrance, dodging gunfire as he went.

Ain't gonna miss a thing,

When Vert began to stabilize himself on the table, the slugger had the same idea, leapfrogging towards him on the other tables before tackling him down, the force causing the table to break.

I'm gonna have my fling,

Just as the slugger was going to finish the job, Vert kicked him in the knees, causing to fall over.

I'm gonna live, live, live until I die.

As the henchman got back up, Vert rammed Law's blade in the stomach, with one hand on the grip and the other firmly gripping the edge, before reloading the gun and sending the corpse flying a few feet on another table.

The blues I lay low,

With the death of the bat wielding fighter, the gunmen started moving towards Vert's direction at the main entrance, sealed off from the inside.

I'll make them stay low,

The young man kept moving, dodging past bullets and running past tables, all the way to minibar on the left wall, firing back at the gunmen, who had now set up defensive positions on the centre tables.

As the firefight continued, Vert ran behind the counter before sliding on it, firing at the same time, while the enemy bullets missed him entirely, shattering bottles and glasses of alcohol, and puncturing the wood furniture of the counter.

They'll never trail,

While his firing wasn't all that accurate either, he managed to land two lucky kills on the mobsters. -over my head.

After he got back up in the far corner, he proceeded to target the tables themselves, killing three more henchmen. The fact that they were being oushot forced them to attack him up close.

I'll be a devil,

As another four henchmen fell trying to rush in, the fifth held a lead pipe and forced Vert to block with the base of his sword. A kick sent him back before the the edge of the sword was buried on the man entire torso.

till I'm an angel,

A few more mobsters proceeded to attack again, only for Vert to finish them off with an HK416 he picked up from the ground. Soon, five more bodies joined the floor, with Vert heading back to the second floor.

but until then-

Vert reloaded Order as soon as the handgun henchmen began their descent down the staircase. One by one, their wildly inaccurate shots missed their target entirely, while Vert began slowly walking his way up, dropping each made man with pistol shots, and if necessary, a stab here and there.

HALLELUJAH!

Once the Huntsman-In-Training finished off the five men, he switched to his UZIs and ran up, where dozens of men lined up on the hallway on the left, ready to open fire at the earliest opportunity.

Gonna dance, gonna fly,

But Vert was quicker on the draw as he mowed down seven men at full-auto, forcing the rest to retreat inside the private casinos.

I'll take a chance, riding high,

However, a pounding of footsteps was heard from behind as the henchmen from the other hallway prepared to fire.

Before my number's up,

In a split second, he turned one gun and fired in bursts, walking towards the back of the reception counter to reload.

I'm gonna fill my cup,

In that moment, the remainder of the men on the first floor arrived in elevators, forcing Vert to duck behind the counter to reload.

I'm gonna live, live, live, live,

When it was clear, he immediately retaliated, with the sound of six bodies hitting the floor. Vert slowly sweeped the area, walking around the back of the reception table, then facing down the hallway on the left as mobsters started flooding in, only to meet a hail of bullets.

'live... '

The same applied to the men on the other hallway, with Vert wildly firing all of his bullets from dual-wielding SMGs.

UNTIL I DIE!

When it was all over, twenty more gangsters were sent to the afterlife by the time he depleted his magazines. After reloading, he decided to pick up a silenced [MAC-10], with a [USP .45] just in case.

As Vert planned to enter the elevator to the next floor, he planned to continue his rampage across the nightclub, ready to slaughter every single gangster that worked for Barnes, storey by storey.

He would find Barnes and take him down personally. Whether that meant taking him into custody or using him as leverage against his remaining henchmen. Or just outright killing the piece of filth masquerading as a gangleader.

The Huntsman would also find out where the Funhouse is, where the kids were forced to duel to the death as gladiators, exploited for the entertainment and gambles for the wicked ... --