Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-5426254-20151111050525

Now that the layout of the truck was revealed, Vert now had to make a choice. He had initially planned to hide in the crate of ammo, but that was now out of the question.

He could sit in front of the cargo, but he would be quickly overwhelmed by the fighting strength of the Crimson Devil. He could sit behind the cargo and attempt to shoot the Crimson Devil, but there was only a marginal improvement.

Another option was to sit at the cabin of the truck, and spot the threat while landing a few shots at their foe, but the Crimson Devil would either run quickly to the rear, attack the relatively cramped cabin, or hinder the mobility of the truck should he flip over the entire vehicle, causing serious harm to him and anyone else in the cabin. And everything would be worse if he decided to use explosives or homemade traps.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. And he had to make one quickly. It all depended on the fighting style of the Crimson Devil. And what he can do to try and neutralize this enemy.

He had to place his faith on something. Either he could gamble on his trusty marksmanship expertise, or his below-average close quarters combat. He could use the skills he learned in Walking With Grimm, but they were quite new. Besides, the Crimson Devil is more powerful, whose experience surpassed his.

He also had to think of the overall objective. Was it to protect the cargo? Or was it to stop their adversary? Looking back, sitting behind the real cargo was a good idea considering that their enemy may be surprised by their more close-quarters combatants. It gave him a few opportunities to shoot the Devil, and keep an eye on the goods.

Finally, the decision came. "I'll be sitting in the back behind the real cargo, on the driver's side." --- It was an hour thus far.

Vert paid no attention to whomever possibly sat on the other spots of his truck, only that the cargo remained intact.

For each second that passed, he anxiously waited for the opportunity to stop the Crimson Devil.

But there was a chill down his spine, as he feared that the enemy was too strong to handle for all of them to handle alone. It didn't help that a strange, childlike hum was heard in the truck.

''Get over yourself. If you don't stop the enemy, even if it costs you your life, injustice will roam unchecked across the lands!''

He checked his time. If there was no stoppage, they would reach New Clayton in 2 hours. He proceeded to steel his resolve, ignoring the faint and annoying sound.

He would need every bit of it.