Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150805142813

(The funny thing is, flamethrower tanks are surprisingly resilient to damage and explosions as there is no oxygen in the tank. Kinda have to if you're handling pressurized flammable gas. I assume she's going for the more vulnerable hoses and letting something else eg. her boosters ignite the leaking fuel.)

No matter how many times you get flashbang-ed, it never feels any better. On the plus side, Estellia's cybernetics meant she could get somewhat accurate fire on the Order before they got in. All Fritz could do was spray-and-pray as he recovered. Eventually, both Eliminators could see well enough to aim and chose to ignore the ringing in their ears.

Any break in fire was an opening for the Order to rush up the stairs. Fritz switched to a one-handed pistol gauntlet to keep on the pressure while his other hand lobbed and smashed a cryo-grenade down the stairs. The resulting plume of ice should keep the enemy out for a little while.

Stella on the other hand was geetting real tired of the bull. She tapped into her pistol's acid dust and phase-charged into the enemy squad while they were hung up in the door. Weaponized Hydrochloric acid engulfed her aura and corroded everything in her path. From three of the missiles to the enemy, they didn't stand a chance.

The moment Stella re-materialzed, another squad burst through the door at the end of the hall. This time, a pyro with an itchy trigger-finger led the way.

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With one squad already down, the remaining squad knew they didn't have much time to deal with the enemy. At the very least, they might be able to deal with Cormac. Two pyros closed in from his left and right while the rest of the cultists maintained surpressing fire, ready to move in themselves in case a pyro went down.