Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25582638-20190306220130

Without warning, the elevated platform wobbled at the first explosion, metallic joints creaking and groaning before the hulking metal returned to its center. From the bird's point of view, there was no noticeable disarray nor actual signs of explosion that had taken place within the auction's premise; a curious event, the Black Swan thought. Then it must had happened outside the facility. The following explosions barely fazed the platform, noticeably weaker and unlike the first explosion. Still silent, the two observers on the platform turned to look at the chaos brewing below them for a moment. Brunhilde shifted her focus towards the exits.

"SAINTS? This is much worse than I thought." Wynston said, his voice sounding surprised despite the voice modifier, as he dipped his gloved hand inside his coat and brought out a long-barreled pistol colored in red and white. The dual Dust chambers under the barrel rotated, locking on Ice-Wind combo.

The Black Swan shrugged with a theatrical sigh. "And the archdemons are missing the party... Oh, well."

Wynston followed the figures of the more dangerous foes with his gaze, the mask’s HUD examining and zooming into them one by one. SAINTs led and worked with the heavily armed law enforcement, subduing and gunning unlucky criminal folks who were near the vicinity. He sighted a raging woman firing a bazooka at the wave of police charging from the back door, and also a crowded weapon shop at a corner where a familiar nervous young man frantically yet methodologically turned over precision-guided firearms, such as assault rifles and sniper rifles, to dozens of waiting mob with lien in hand. Even in the midst of battle, business was booming.

Not bad, he thought casually, pulling the tip of his white fedora sideways to fix it. That shop seemed to have interesting connections.

As he watched, Wynston- or rather, the Crimson Snake- spied a figure rapidly approaching their spot from below just below his HUD. The Black Swan had long noticed it, her visor tilted down as seemingly regarding the familiar girl. Even with a mask, Maris was still recognizable through her Daybreak uniform, so the king cobra lowered his gun, pointing the muzzle downwards. The quiet snow-furred feline gazes up at their new guest, crimson slits peering at the at skull mask, as it meowed.

“Oho~ I was just thinking of teaming up with you Daybreaks. Now get here before someone take a potshot of you, dearie.~” Brunhilde said nonchalantly, stepping back from the railing to give the younger woman a space to jump in. Gunshots resounded not too far from the platform, but the whizzing metals were directed at a pair of thugs who ducked behind a pile of crates. Five undercover policemen and women rushed in in round formation, pistols and rifles trailing at the crates. The thugs popped up, and returned fire with their shotgun.

“Ideas? Well, we have two options: find the least crowded exit, or make one ourselves,” The raven-haired young woman brought out a black boomerang from her coat. The surface is almost featureless save for the hexagonal patterns and line all over it. With a click, the boomerang lit up faintly with purple, and a metal bracelet on Brunhilde’s left wrist glowed at the same time.

“I’ve sent my men to secure our transport. There are enough armaments there for bombardment. I’d rather not take our chances walking out on foot only to face bigger problems.” Brunhilde said, her voice losing its teasing tone. “They should fighting their way to the parking lot as of now, but I’m afraid they’ll have some difficulty fighting the SAINTS.”

“Miladies, we have to get going,” Wynston said, angling his gun at the nearby policemen and women. “They're getting close.”

When the two thugs were put down and bleeding profusely, the policemen marched forward, pointing their guns at every nook and cranny along the way to avoid ambushes. Not taking any chances, Brunhilde pulled back her arm and swung the boomerang, sending it twisting and flying as it rapidly approached the head of one policewoman.

“Well, let's talk along the way. What do you say, Maris?”

A resounding crack of a skull echoed, and the policewoman collapsed on the floor as the boomerang returned to Brunhilde's hand. As the rest of the police personnel turned and trailed their guns upward, two consecutive gunshots rang out. Bullets dived at the cracks between the police's formation, exploding forcefully with shockwaves and blooming ice glinting with sharpness. The police's Aura flickered, and they were sent flying to stalls and crates and boxes.

Quickly, the king cobra leaped off the platform, white coat billowing behind him, and landed straight on the concrete floor with little difficulty. Once again, he hefted his gun, eyes watching for any movements as he secured their path.

Grave glanced behind as she leapt over a rock, sprinting through the shades of trees and rays of moonlight. When she made a sharp turn, streams of bullet fly at her direction; the speeding metals grazing her mask-like helmet, but she was unharmed nonetheless. Behind her, quick heavy footsteps followed the path she had taken, clinks of armor and guns resounding from that direction.

They were currently running around the facility, with Grave heading straight for another exit to get in. Getting past the defenses of SWAT team would be easier than that of SAINTS’, particularly when one was conserving ammo for more serious fights; so Grave kept up the pace.

Heaving a deep breath between a leap, Grave punched the button of the tennis-sized balls in her hands that glowed a color of Earth Dust. She threw them behind her and accelerated her sprint, the small balls turning into earthen balls to disguise themselves.

The moment the two SAINTS dashed after Grave, unaware of the bombs below them, flashes of yellow and violet lights lit up. Tendrils of Lightning Dusts flickered and expanded like spider webs, stunning the armored soldiers momentarily before gravity shifted underneath them. Confused, they looked around, grunting and taking hold of the rocks as they fell down, and spotted a gravity well right behind them.

With that, Grave slowed her pace, taking a quick breather and fishing out another pair of tennis ball-sized bombs from her pouch. A moment later, her gaze alighted at the sight of the exit beyond the trees, and she clicked the Lightning Dust bombs without hesitation before throwing them at the SWAT team guarding it.

She didn't bother to hide herself as she did it, and she stepped into the small clearing between the cluster of trees and the exit.