Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20180910032732

Farran just barely registers a human form barreling towards him the second the ice shatters, and he makes a hasty backflip a few seconds after the arcing blade begins to dig into his bare stomach. The heat, of course, barely registers to him, cloaked in flame as he is. Still, he can feel the razor edge cleaving into his Aura reserves, and he somersaults in the air and lands deftly on both feet, right hand instinctively flying to the point of contact. He tches and cricks his neck at his helmeted aggressor, who is seemingly unaware of the billowing green haze behind him.

Suddenly, a series of explosions rocks the room as Nobel's rockets break the ball of ice into multiple high velocity chunks. Titania ducks the worst of them, letting the smaller shards bounce harmlessly off her bulletproof suit and shielding her face with her arms. As soon as she rises, however, a high pitched squeal and a blast of heat announces a rocket overhead. In the chaos, it fails to find its mark, instead careening into the ceiling corner above and raining down chunks of rubble. With a flick of her arms, three ice spikes shoot out from the ground around Titania, forming a rough teepee which props up the collapsed ceiling as chunks of plaster rain down around her.

Titania reaches up, pressing her earpiece.

"Disengaging," she says coldly. She runs out from her shelter and shoots a bolt of ice at Blanc. Farran, seeing this, uses it as a chance to jump over the girl and make a dash for the exit, grumbling to himself along the way. Titania follows close after.

In short, the duo know when the environment has turned against them. At the moment, the goal is merely to avoid placing themselves in a disadvantageous situation.

As Titania runs, she gives the exo-suited figure a long look. She can see her reflection in the visor for just a second before she rushes past, but there's a fleeting sense of familiarity she can't shake.