Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-25389303-20180910130621

Blanc felt a small amount of satisfaction as her sword made contact with her target, but had to resist the urge to pursue her quarry as he retreated. A momentary glance at her suit revealed little damage, though its shiny white surface was now badly scorched and plastered with soot.

Turning her attention back to the conflict before her, she watches as a rogue rocket careens into a empty corner of the room, causing an explosion that threatened to bring the entire ceiling down on top of them. Her vision was momentarily obscured as a chunk of plaster cracked harmlessly over her helmet, and looking up she realises her opponent was moving, now attempting to leap over her in a bid to escape. Backing up, she brought her blade around in a wide arc and moved to execute a devastating overhead strike while he was vulnerable, only to be knocked off-balance by some unseen projectile.

Looking down, Blanc found her left side covered by a thick casing of ice, preventing her from turning properly. She tried to intercept the black-clad woman as she was dashing past, but cursed as her sword cut through nothing but air. As she began cracking the block of ice slowing her, she could do nothing but watch the backs of the two retreating figures.

"They'll be back," Blanc said aloud, once their attackers had retreated to a comfortable distance. She didn't waste any time helping her companion escape from his frozen prison, nor did she concern herself with the likely toxic fumes that had begun to fill the room they were in. Her helmet's filters would take care of that. Hopefully.

"I found us a ride outta here in the storage area," she told the doctor once he was free. "We better hurry though, this place is crawling with armed guards." She shot a look in the direction where Nobel's attackers had gone. "And whoever they were."

The whole situation stank - Blanc was realising that now. The facility only having a skeleton crew when they arrived, yet concealed in the woods were a small army of soldiers? And now, a pair of individuals who were clearly more than hired thugs seemed intent on hunting them down...

Her thoughts turned to the silver-haired woman. She thought she recognised her from somewhere, but couldn't quite place it. A big part of her job was researching people - usually petty criminals and police officers, with maybe the odd mobster to spice things up. The woman could belong to any of those groups, or none at all. Blanc had faith in her memory, though. It would come to her, in time.

"If you've got what we came here for, let's go," she said eventually. "You'd better lead the way, I'll probably just get us lost."