Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140503224606/@comment-8182065-20140526075909

As the explosion made him tumble forward, Irving had unknowingly bumped heads with a young woman with white hair, sending him back a bit. As he rubbed his forehead, he took a look at her, and from the looks of it she didn't look like she was working with the terrorists.

"Uh, hello there," he greeted awkwardly.

As Harold and Amy opened up the door to the dining room, a lot of bodies were over the place, mostly ones belonging to Dystopia, so it didn't look like many were left standing. Before they could take one step bullets were fired in their direction, forcing Amy to pull up a barrier to defend themselves.

"Well, I won't be getting tea any time soon..." she sighed, waiting for her attacker's gun to run out of ammo. Once his clip was emptied, she deactivated her Semblance and channeled a lightning bolt from the Dust in her cufflinks toward him, blasting him out the window.

Harold unsheathed one of his swords, and charged toward two terrorists striking the both of them down. Before he could move onto the next pair, he stumbled to the ground after another feeling a shockwave from the next explosion. Before falling completely, he was able to stick his blade into the flooring, to keep himself up.

"Who the heck's trying to blow up the train?!"