Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20151021163508

(I knew someone would get it eventually! In any case, today at PST 4:29 PM, A flying delorean should arrive somewhere in california. )

The fang barely had enough strength to try and throw another set of knives. As he shifted one of his wings to do so, he was greeted with the Honara right in his face with an imposing set of longswords combined into thier double-bladed format.

"Sup'" the last thing his ears registered before she went at him like a kid to a pinata full of candy. A rapid series of side strikes, followed by a push kick which was the final nail in the coffin for his bullet-ridden glyph wings, followed by a shotgun mag dump.

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By the time Ingraham's system reboot was finished, all threats had been taken care of. Looking a little distraught about missing a good fight, he shook that feeling off and had tofigure out the next course of action. Through the Lemuria's new skylight, he could see that the sotrm outside had gotten even worse and with the leader dead, the remaining white fang deicided to retreat; no reason to stay.

"Ok, just need to somehow unplug that Nephele." A sudden shift caused everyone to nearly fall over. That storm was getting dangerously close to causing a mudslide and taking everyone for a ride.