Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-5999656-20160723202509

As the ground around them trembled uproariously and fell in upon itself, the generals were certain of one thing: there was no way the people they had been pursuing could have survived such a massive quake from within their claustrophobic rock tunnels. The messages from the planes above, with their heat-seeking radar, confirmed as much. And even if some lucky ones had made it through some miracle, well, now they would be wallowing in enough misery to bring the Grimm right to them, eh?

So with that half of the armored soldiers rushed forward to engage the Grimm, while the other half quickly retreated to their vehicles and sped away. The aircraft, too, wheeled 180 degrees and vanished into the sunrise. No one was eager to hang around, and they had already sent out a message to all nearby Huntsmen and Huntresses: there were waves of Grimm roaming the hills. As those heroes rushed forward, they themselves could easily retreat into the underworld. The bots provided by Narreau and the Realm should be numerous and equipped enough to stall the Grimm long enough. All in all, it seemed they had made their message clear enough to the Patched:

Get the fuck out.

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The night before...

"Milady, there appear to be two hobos and a giant robot lizard approaching the building."

"Har har."

"I've connected your desktop to the camera feed. We'll deal with it immediately."

"Go ahead, Maris."

"The police have been alerted as well. They'll be approaching from all nearby precincts within a few minutes, it seems the one nearest here is experiencing unusual delays."

"Whatever. The longer it takes them the better."

The glass rotating door shattered easily enough as the eight men made their way inside the building. The first floor, where clients would wait to be led up for their scheduled appointment, was dimly lit and neatly organized in a minimalist architectural style. As they made their way inside, four guards wearing bulletproof vests suddenly barreled at them.

Tragoedia took care of them quickly enough. A few well aimed cuts and they were reduced to four corpses whose blood now decorated the marble floor. As they glanced around, trying to discern in the shadows where to go next, the lights on the ceiling suddenly turned blinding bright yellow, as though it was suddenly daytime. A voice boomed out over the intercom, but it was that of a male.

"Take your places, everyone. We have guests."

Suddenly thick metal sheets dropped down around all four walls, concealing the sight of the outside. A second later and the lights were shut completely off with an audible doom, leaving the room a pitch black. It was impossible to see a thing, or at least, it was impossible for a human to see a thing.

Smiler's killers, who were aimlessly casting around, suddenly one by one found their necks slit or incapacitated by a rapid flurry of cuts. As they gave death cries or dropped silently, thumping on the hard floor, a loud whirring could be heard all around them.

The entire floor had been outfitted with an electromagnetic strip. Excellent for wrenching enemies' weapons to the floor, but just as effective at tying down androids. As Tragoedia was forcefully tugged so that he was sprawling on the ground, Smiler and Decadere too found their weapons similarly useless.

Of course, this was where ceramic weaponry came in. More brittle than metal, but just as sharp. The elite masked Faunus, all graduated Huntsmen and Huntresses and members of the Hei'An crime family, circled their prey before driving these weapons down into their prone bodies.