Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20180915180116

Titania and Farran speed toward the exit, the path unblocked and without their adversaries in tow. They slow to a stop at the doorway to outside, and turn to survey the scene behind them. There's a hint of blue from the far end of the hallway and some steam, but the only other indicator of the warzone microcosm they left behind are the sound of muffled explosions.

Titania turns and sees what looks like a platoon of armored soldiers round the corner of the building. She then looks up, trying to gauge whether it's safe to find a vantage point from there. Or is there a risk of Nobel collapsing the ceiling beneath them?

One thing seems clear: they need to be able to track Nobel and his mysterious associate and prepare for a second confrontation, this time with appropriate equipment for an enemy who fights with gas. The chances of being able to re-engage tonight are slipping away second by second.

"Farran, on the roof. We need to search for escape vehicles," Titania orders to her teammate. Farran nods in response, and the duo take a single, flying leap, and clear the rooftop in one bound.