Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150507215319/@comment-26104528-20150615175256

"Got it!" he called back. Ingraham looked over the selection of switches and dials before thinking Screw it and forced  everything OFF with a pulse from his semblance. With the sounds of drifter screaming dying down, Ingraham could now focus on the real threat: 7 angry cyber-beowulves wanting to eat him alive.

Ingraham went back to the beowulf whose rider he just made kiss the concrete. Hopping aboard, he mentally prayed to the Patron Saint of Mercenaries that this thing wasn't more complicated than an AP-290 as he took it for a joyride. ''No good, well I just need its weapons. ''With that, Ingraham focused on getting those leftover spider cannons to fire. Got it! Both cannons lit up with repeated bursts into the oncoming horde. As soon as Ingraham ran out of energy, he'd force the control unit to barbecue the brain.