Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-5426254-20151203002251

Now that the trucks were on Gladstone Bridge, Vert took a few deep breaths.

''Looks like it's showtime. This is it. Our one shot at victory or defeat.''

But then, the sudden outburst from Marie and the sudden thump of feet landing on metal nearby put everyone on high alert.

"Stand and deliver, the Crimson Devil is here!" the bandit screamed in a faintly exotic accent.

Vert instinctively scanned the walls and roof of their truck. Nothing much seemed to happen to their truck, but still...

"Earl, can you please do me a favour and use your Semblance to oh, I don't know, check outside? We really need a visual on this fucker!"

The plan was for her to spot which truck and direction the Devil was on by deconstructing herself into tiny atoms, pop up outside on top of the roof of the truck and spot where the Devil came from and which truck he was on.

The possibilities of being bombarded with explosives decreased judging by the sound of the Crimson Devil's feet. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry.

That left Vale to deal with the Devil should he open the rear hatches while Vert and Marie were to open fire should he shred open the roof apart.

He then decided to draw out Law, his broadsword-rifle, and have it ready in case he needed to use it. And he would need the others open the rear hatches in case the atoms that composed Earl's very being needed them open to head outside.

''All I have to do is to make sure this plays out perfectly. If we can take this chance, we can stop the Devil and call it a day!''