Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20171118193413

"Yep. I wonder if she has a Demonology page yet..." Estellia leaned back, pulling out her scroll and seeing if there was a new edition that someone else at Flagg had snagged. No dice, still the same one from a few weeks ago.

A trusted Mentor of Estellia, particularly during the aftermath of the San Oaxaca bombings once told her: normal was the best revenge. You could personally shoot every single Order Matriarch in the head, throw every last grunt in prison, or destroy every one of thier bases, but the very second you let the Black Dawn change you like that, they've already won. At least against you.

"So Kurai." Stella turned slightly towards him, looking at him with those bright 'kitten-eyes'. "Fritz tells me there's some stuff on your mind?"

Literally losing thier footholds from beneath them, Beverly and Honara lept off the airship. Or at least, whatever was left of it as its burning corpse tumbled towards Terra Firma. For the Jaguar, she tumbled through the air briefly before finally righting herself. Channeling as much aura as she could into her legs along with the gravity dust flowing through her boots, the BCU captain landed on the balls of her feet, entrenching herself but spraining her ankle in the process. She grit her teeth and focused her aura as her suit's medical systems tightened down on the area.

"Bev, you seeing what I'm seeing?" Honara asked over comms as she curled up into a ball and combat-rolled along the ground. Scuffing her armor and tearing off her cape, but otherwise in one piece.

"The tire tracks? Roger." The Jaguar sat down, propped her injured foot up on a rock, and drew both her weapons. "Eagle-eye's coming up." Above the battlefield, a small translucent tribal eagle rune materialized, flying in a lazy circle. Beverly mentally switched her vision to that of her semblances and saw 10 people-shaped blobs rolling around and following the tire-tracks Honara mentioned.

"Squad, we're not done yet. I'm looking at 10 hostiles on light vehicles. They're cloaked. Follow the tire tracks and dust clouds. We end this now."

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"Copy that. Squad, Entrench." Mari relayed, stomping on the ground as her boot glowed purple and creating a decent sized foxhole for one half of the team while Obi-4 led the other half downways and did the same.

"Draw them away from the jeep; everyone weapons free!" with that, assault rifles, full-auto rocket launchers, and tesla cannons barraged the area in a Shock-and-awe, accurarcy-by-volume fashion. Bullets whizzed across the cloaked bikers, 20mm rockets blasted dirt and dust everywhere, and bolts of lightning struck all around them from thier right flank.

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Bison and Sigalit were visibly distraught as their opposition beat feet out the airship but that emotion quickly faded as both of them were enarly thrown off balance by Honara's second EMP on the engine. Sprinting out the same rear door for the motorbikes, Bison activated his semblance as he tumbled out and came to a dead stop while Sigalit curled up and rolled a good couple meters from her allies. Picking herself back up, she found herself sitting on a line of tire tracks but could see no bikers.

"Hey team. Looks like they got those cloaked motorbikes in play." she radioed over as she dusted herself off and sprinted towards where she last saw Bison.

"Seriously?" Geuda dryly replied. To be fair, he understood that in the right circumstances and context, a cloaked motorbike was a wonderful thing to have but there were some aspects of it that never sat well with him. People barely paid enough attention to vehicles that WEREN'T invisible. Getting plowed by some soccer mom or buzzed driver who didn't even know you existed was just plain embarrassing.

"Yes, bonjour everyone." Geuda snappily replied. "Now if you don't mind, we're not done yet." the ex-firefly slapped a fresh magazine into his rifle. "Talos, get eyes on them; we'll follow your shots. Cord, get us a cage." he turned towards the family. "Everyone, stay as low as you can and get in the center. Erez, take the wheel."

Cordelia took a deep breath and waved her arm in a curved zig-zag over the battered jeep, creating a cage of ice dust over the top. far from bulletproof, but they'd have to get through that before getting to Tyrian. Still, the remaining members of Geuda's team set themselves up right next to the civilians; if Master's goons wanted to get to them, they'd have to go through some of thier own talent.

Talos switched the element of his borrowed SMG to lightning, a very visible round, and activated his semblance. A light-green figure on an invisible monkshood appeared to him. He sighed through his teeth; the target was outside of his weapon's range and his plasma pistol was still out of commission.

Without a reply, Geuda, Maren, and Cordelia aimed right alongside him waiting for thier target.