Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160524162630

[Warning: Helmet breached. Mustard gas detected], CATSAI alerted the young girl.

Cracks and a small hole on the side of the gas mask caused the chemical agent to enter the helmet. Cyzarine coughed and hissed upon inhaling it and still feel somewhat disoriented from Vayne’s attack. At the same time, her displeasure grew upon hearing Eve’s voice again.

She reached for the gas mask part and patted its sides. There were sound of weak clicks from it before it detached and fell on the green grass. She did it to prevent the risk of dense concentration inside the helmet.

At that moment, Cyzarine was about to blindly shoot at the ground to disperse the fumes when she heard a loud thud in front of her, which snapped her out. There was a blur of shadow before it happened. She saw it yet there was a delay before her brain registered the image. She then heard a familiar sound of sprouting Ice Dusts behind, which she attempted to look at but stopped abruptly when she heard a mysterious, frigid calm voice of a mature woman.

Owing to the fact that the little demon’s current state of mind is that of an irrational being, she wouldn’t care whether this mysterious person is an enemy or ally. She would go after those who incurred her wrath. The woman’s existence is out of the picture and irrelevant to her present needs. To her, Zanipher was non-existent to her for as long as the woman doesn’t get in her way.

Cyzarine spun around while unclipping a box from her belt that contains vials of Lightning Dusts for her gun. She hurled it at the direction of the screaming woman, whom she found more irritating than ever, before firing two RIP bullets consecutive times to create lightning explosions. The young girl bent down, coughed, and almost dropped on her knees.

Her heart was still pumping fast but the adrenaline rush was fading at the same rate. She was beginning to feel the pain in and on her head from enduring concussive blows from the Fullers and the irritation in her throat. Cyzarine grabbed an inch-thick, square-shaped flat black box from the jacket’s pocket inside and put it on the side of her neck. Its two sides sprouted flexible belt-like straps, which proceeded to wrap and tighten around her neck. The small box then started to inject dosage of morphine into her system followed by amphetamines.

The way her head turned and the direction of her exposed chin was facing, she paying attention to Zanipher, acknowledging the existence of the woman, a striking contrast of what was running in her head a while ago. She didn’t know why the Zanipher’s demeanour, in some measure, reminded her of her mother. And she didn’t like that kind of feeling.

As the drugs took effect, Cyzarine tore her eyes away from the woman and abruptly broke into a run towards Eve with the assault rifle on her right hand firing streams of bullets at her foe. -- “Alright, alright. You make sense. My fault. Goddamit.” Raizel muttered the last part, not really liking how things turned out after changing her mind. The rebel literally raised her hands in surrender before climbing up to the van.