Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161021130258

The force of the explosion knocked Blanc off her feet - sending her crashing into the wall with a sickening thud as her head smashed against the metal. She groaned as her Aura fizzled out, holding her head as a line of blood ran down the burn-scarred side of her face from a cut on her temple. Luckily her armour was designed to make her almost unkillable even defeated, but the lack of her helmet made her quite vulnerable.

The frag round had done some serious damage, though. The two Masks who had been attacking Nobel had been completely devastated, and now lay smoking all the way back in the control room. Even the third Mask that had retreated had collapsed, either by shrapnel or the explosion itself. However, as the smoke was sucked out of the ship, a fourth figure emerged from the fog. His trench coat was ragged, and his right arm was a bleeding mess from numerous cuts and burns, but Smiler was still very much alive.

Before either of them could react, Smiler lunged forward and kicked Faust aside before Nobel could fire another shot, before delivering a heavy blow to the side of the man's head with his fist, hoping to stun him briefly but hurting his hand in the process. Turning, he then smacked the pistol out of Blanc's weak fingers with his boot and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the wall while lifting her off the ground so that their eyes met. In a flash, a knife appeared in his hand - a simple knife, unlike the one he usually used. It was then that Blanc noticed that Nobel had blown off several of the man's fingers on his right hand - but Smiler didn't seem to care, or perhaps even notice.

Before he could deal the finishing blow, however, the metal shutter behind them suddenly caved inwards, crashing down to the floor as a giant figure stepped through. Tragoedia's large clawed feet left deep gashes in the floor wherever he stood as he began lurching towards Smiler, who quickly dropped Blanc to face this new threat. A wounded Smiler was no match for a fully operational battle android of Tragoedia's calibre, though, and before their attacker could realise the hopelessness of his situation Tragoedia was upon him. Smiler crumpled inwards as a giant fist crunched into his chest, the thunderous strike most likely breaking every rib in his body. Blanc couldn't help but flinch as Tragoedia proceeded to lift the mangled body and break the man's back over his knee, before letting it finally fall to the ground - quite dead.

Struggling to her feet, Blanc walked over to Smiler's twisted corpse, nudging it with her foot just to be sure that he wouldn't suddenly lunge up and attack her like she expected he would. Despite knowing that the world was a much safer place with him dead, she couldn't find it within herself to feel happy about their victory.

But then she noticed something. A crack in the man's mask, running down from the forehead to the base. Reaching forward, she carefully prised the two pieces apart, causing them to crack and eventually fall away, revealing the face beneath. It was a rough face, with several small scars running down the left side of his face until it reached a poorly-trimmed black beard. Blanc didn't want to believe it, but there could be no mistake.

This man was not Smiler.

(No problem. I usually just make up most of the story as we go, so things like this make it more interesting)