Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20190101092045

Farran bares a snarl as the soldiers around him, so cocky just a few minutes ago, are now just blindly firing into Nobel's cloud in the attempt to flush him out. He makes a mental note to himself never to take on another job where he has to work alongside such hypocritical buffoons. He stays against the ground, eyes flicking back and forth, assessing the haze. When Tragoedia comes running at him, he notices it right away - first the sound, and then a distinctive pair of glowing eyes in the grey gloom. His Aura surges back into activation with a satisfying glow, and he grins almost manically.

With the practiced ease only a Hunter could match, Farran slides forward and underneath the bared talons of the lunging robot. As the creature's metal body flies past him, Farran's arm shoots out and he grabs the lizard by the tail. He seizes Tragoedia's tail with both hands, and with a massive heave, he puts his whole body weight into twisting the limb in an effort to flip the lizard onto its back. Farran then deftly backflips backwards onto a tree, bending his legs and using the trunk as a springboard as he launches himself at the robot's back haunches, aiming his gauntlets at the crooks of its legs as flames shoot forth once more.

Titania's intense eyes are fixated on Blanc as the girl falls, making eye contact for just a moment before her attention is torn back to Nobel, who is barreling towards Vorcha without any regard for the hailstorm of bullets ricocheting off of him. A heavy thumping sound draws her attention back to Farran just in time to see the Huntsman engaging with an absolutely massive robot lizard, its armor plating gleaming even in the haze. For a split second, she freezes, torn between three choices. Help Farran? Try to save the girl in front of her? Or fulfill her duty to protect the director?

A second later, Titania has made her decision. She reaches down and grabs Blanc roughly, and then hurls the girl straight into Nobel's path. There's no telling whether or not she's alive at this point, but she hopes the move is enough to slow the mad doctor just for a moment. She then breaks into a dead sprint straight for Vorcha, and seizes him by the front of his shirt. In all the confusion caused by the poison gas and the gunfire and the entrance of Tragoedia, there's no telling who's still got their eyes on her. Titania aims her palms down, and a massive ice column sprouts from underneath her and the director. In just a few seconds flat, they're twenty feet above the ground. Titania brings her fist forward, and the director with it, so he is dangling over empty space - above the chaos, above the poison gas, and above Nobel.

"You want him dead, Alexander?!" she roars. It's the first time all night that she's spoken above a normal tone. It's all become clear to her now. Both Vorcha and Nobel are the same. They're both insane egomaniacs who care nothing for the normal people they drag into their bloody personal battles. People like Blanc, and Farran, and herself. Forget the money. Titania would never answer to a megalomaniac.

There was something that Vorcha, so confident in the draw of cash, had forgotten. Titania may have called herself a bodyguard for hire, but in the end there was only one thing that she answered to, and that was the Lotus Family. If two villains wanted to destroy each other, then so be it.

"Call off your lizard, and you can have Vorcha," Titania says breathlessly. "We're done here."

Her icy eyes are wide and shiny, reflecting the flashes of muzzle fire from below. By this point, she doubts that Nobel is capable of reasoning. She turns her arm just slightly, so the hidden blade is angled straight at Vorcha's neck.

Looks like tonight, everyone's true loyalties are being brought out.