Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140619192348/@comment-24728342-20140709033912

The duo agreed. No point in making small talk while the train was under sieged. The two made their way to the dining car, passing by the unconcious troopers along the corridor. Cobalt noticed that some of the lights were out and there were three individuals across from them in a middle of what appeared to be a continuing firefight. Nyssa, Knock-Out primed and ready, was itching for a good brawl. Cobalt deatached Cuff from Aristocrat, wearing the extended barrel as an guard on his left arm.

"Well, this is new," said Cobalt, talking about the lack of lights. He checked to see if the safety was off on Aristocrat. It was.

"Really now..." said Nyssa. "What changed?"

"The lights mostly," he answered. "Other than that, nothing else seemed to have changed as much. People were still shooting other people and bad guys are still getting dropped."

"Sounds like 'Casual Friday' to me," she joked.

He saw the fighting continue, and looked toward Nyssa.

"I need you to cover the rear," he said. "Anything unfriendly looking and you blast it back with K.O. Keep in mind that we're still on the train, so it's best not to overclock it. Small bursts." He looked back an noticed one unconcious trooper, still slightly moving. "Also, bring that SOB in the dining car. He might know something; and please don't break him."

Nyssa made a grim smile. She grabbed the leg of the unconcious trooper and dragged him into the car.

"So, what're you gonna do?" she asked Cobalt.

"I'm going to to plug that hole," he pointed to the area where the troopers were firing from. He came up behind the three and lifted his left hand forward. He concentrated, trying to imagine a wall. Surely enough, he activated his semblance and a barrier appeared before them, blocking the area in which the troopers were storming from.

"Hey, don't mind me," he said. "Just blocking some bullets here and there. But if you guys can erect a barricade to stop em from pouring in, that'll be fine too."

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Nyssa pulled the trooper inside the car. She kicked the man in the stomach with her boot, listening to him groan in pain.

"Wakey wakey soldier boy," she said. "I'd break your legs, but I think some other people might want to have a word with you first."