Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150507215319/@comment-26104528-20150527183718

Not the first time Ingraham had been gassed, but he certainly did not enjoy being gassed. This sort of nonsense had happened enough times for his instincts to take care of anything. He rocketed upwards, right as the remaining convicts fired tasers at him.

Said tasers did hit, but only his trenchcoat or armor. While they did hook his coat, the leads were stopped short in the heat-resistant materials and armor plates underneath.

''Heh, nice try. ''Ingraham grabbed the taser lines and gave them a forcible tug, (rule-of-cool) pulling them into their own gas cloud before using his Semblance to shock them back.

Ingraham rocketed backwards and landed on top of the behemoth suit before it could execute Rain. Running his semblance through it, he forced the mortar launchers to target something else: its allies. Mortar fire ripped through the convicts in the area, making lovely piles of giblets. The suit's operator struggled to regain control of the machine while Ingrahm struggled to force it back around, exposing the coolant tank.

"Rain, go for it!"