Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25582638-20190324084629

'''“What a gentleman you are.~” Brunhilde said, acknowledging Sorrel while pivoting fluidly, her back leaning over the railings. Her body tilted, allowing gravity to take hold of her as she fell backwards, twisting her body before landing. Soft taps resounded behind the Maris and Snake, followed by pattering footsteps. The boomerang glowed dimly in the heiress’ hand.'''

'''Without looking behind, Snake took the lead to the next room where the main auction is, wiping some water off his mask. A Gravity-infused silencer was attached to the long-barreled gun, the formation of vacuum around the muzzle ensuring that his next gunshots would be quieter and hopefully go unnoticed. '''

'''The Dragon agents jogged only for a minute or two, hiding behind crates and twisting necks of the police officers that came too close for comfort. As they take a turn, the king cobra faunus spotted a pair of disguised policemen escorting a group of five criminals, all handcuffed. '''

'''“One of us should head to the control room. We won't be able to escape like this even if we secure our transport.” the Engelnacht suggested, directed at the trio while Wynston squeezed the trigger. A sharp, quiet whistle whizzed in the air. A second later, one of the police officers immediately slumped to the floor, a rose blooming in his head and red petals splattering all over a stall and the ground. The remaining police officer turned frantically, but the poor man was finished off with a bullet right at his neck. '''

'''“Too risky,” Snake shook his head. “By this time, there will be more dangerous people swarming towards it. We'll only incur damages. Rather...” '''

'''Brunhilde glanced behind them, listening to the sounds of heavy footsteps nearby. Maris had thrown off the armored soldiers for a while, but the troops were already gaining ground once again. '''

'''The man paused, peeking through the hallway leading to the main auction. His left hand clenched into a fist and held up to cue the others to stop. '''

'''Then his mask turned to face his distant cousin. “Putting down a few more SAINTs would give us better chances to regain control of this place.”'''

“Cut off the head of the snake.” Brunhilde added, to which Wynston nodded with slight hesitation, looking back at the hallway.

'''“And rally the rest,” said the man, gesturing at the now freed criminals who began tearing off weapons from the corpses. “Easier said than done-”'''

'''Suddenly, he jerked backwards away, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest. From the other side of the hallway, barrage of lightning balls flew and hit the wall Wynston was hiding behind with quite a punch, dust and concrete pieces bursting and scattering on the floor. A group of 5 SWAT operatives had taken position at the opposite side, prepared to fire another volley of lightning at them if they step out. '''

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'''… This is not good, Grave said grimly in her head, dodging the last of the remaining bullets flying towards her. The facility cum giant ship detached too fast to her liking. And if she were to take a huge leap from her previous spot, she’d had to face more bullets head on. She needed to get to another side of the facility.'''

'''Grave glanced at the pair of ships by the shore, making sure that no muzzles pointed at her position. She reached to her belt, and pulled out a pair of tennis-sized bombs. Purple Aura glimmered around her legs. Digging her boots against thr ground, she sped up towards a cliff and leaped off. The two bombs sailed over the waves near the passing facility where they exploded into giant, wave-like ice playground slide. Grave slid and skated through the icy surface in an arc, and her figure flew upwards in a blur towards a doo-... window.'''

'''With a loud crash, multitude of glass shards reflected the moonlight, raining down on both criminals and police officers in the middle of dialogue via bullets and curses. '''

In the midst of the silver rays was a figure wearing a red mask-like helmet and a red armored suit, falling straight like a shell fired from a mortar to a certain figure wearing a green trenchcoat.

All she can do was up her Aura.

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'''Several men and women lurched to and fro caused by the facility’s movement, with a few falling on their butt or side. Caught off guard by the movement as well, a certain young arms dealer was slammed against a wooden crate of firearms, nearly toppling it to the floor and scattering the contents. '''

'''“Watch it, Donnie!” The half bald man said as he handed over a submachine gun to the last unarmed person in the crowd- a grunt by the looks of it, nervously pointing the muzzle at the direction where he last heard gunshots. “Go get er ass out of here. We’re startin’!”'''

'''“Remant’s balls.” The young man grumbled in reply, dusting off his jacket before snatching a cartridge belt together with a squad automatic rifle. He joined the ranks of 33 men and women armed to the teeth, brandishing their own boomsticks. Some had grabbed a handful of belt grenades'''

'''A grizzled man in his mid thirties stood in front of them, loading his automatic grenade launcher. He inhaled from his smoking cigar.'''

'''“Let’s teach these pussies a lesson. LET’S GO!”'''

'''With a war cry, the group of misfits trailed the muzzles at the wave of officers coming at them, beginning their counterattack with hellblaze of Dusts and bullets. '''​​​​​​​