Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-25924729-20151117082236

"Oh hey, you're back!" Estelle exclaimed when she saw Browning, momentarily taking her mind off the danger. A loud groan from the crane's supports brought her back to reality, and following Browning's suggestion prepared to jump aboard.

Then she remembered the unconcsious Dextera, and turned back to drag him. Evil fanatic or not, Estelle simply didn't have the heart to let anyone die without trying to help. With Summer's help they carried the man towards the aircraft and tossed him in before getting on themselves.

Not a moment too soon. With a whine like a dying animal, the crane buckled to one side even as the plane lifted off, narrowly missing it's arm thanks to some expert maneuvering on the pilot's part.

Estelle looked below, all across the site people were fighting each other with guns and suicide bombings. Amidst all the chaos, she spotted a blue shape struggling to carry another person on his back. Looking back at the crane, then the pack of Dawnies chasing the burdened dude, a lightbulb flipped in her mind.

She drew her sword and aimed at the falling metal colossus, dead center at the joint of it's base and arm. Releasing a fireball, it hit home with a deafening explosion shuddering the metal structre and knocking it a few meters away with the force.

It crashed, and when the dust cleared there was now a red hot wall of twisted steel between Azulius and his pursuers, hopefully buying him some time to escape.

"You're welcome!" she called below, but doubted anyone could hear her over the sounds of chaos.