Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-5999656-20160220074919

(Fier has allowed me to control some Thorns and Hounds, and I think I'll make use of the Pligrims to maximize action. Thanks to both Sebs and Fier especially since my OCs are not in any position to do much atm.)

Gainsboro ducked underbeath one of the mahogany table and rummages for his Scroll. he pulled the sleek device out of his suit pocket and dialed 911.

"This is Gainsboro Peters at the Royale Amphitheatre off Main Street. An official government meeting is being targeted by unknowns, we need all the backup the VPD can provide!"

The elderly official looked up a second to see that everyone else had decided on a course of action as well. And because he was a judgey old man, he feared that they might not be doing enough to prevent the fight from entering the theatre itself. Of course, he could only hear the faint doom and ratatat of a fight blanketed by the many layers of rooms in the building, and had no idea what was going on. Nonetheless, he pulled a small silver revolver out of his suit (in this world, one could never be too safe), and hung his spectacles on his starched undershirt. If there was to be a fight, he would do all that he could. Gainsboro pushed the table over and crouched behind it, and hoped dimly that his aura still worked.

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The three Pilgrims made their way to the front edge of the roof, weapons and held ready. They watched as the multitudes of Thorns rolled along the pavement towards the hole blown in the side of the building, disk-like wheels crackling over the pavement. Without hesitation, the two with gun-weapons shifted them into firearm mode, took their positions, and began firing at the bots, careful to keep their bodies behind the overhand to prevent becoming targets. The other swung her chain in slow arcs, eyes flicking from side to side to keep watch for any other attackers.

The Thorns weaved and slid to avoid the bullets from above to the best of their artificial intelligence, but even so the combined fire of the Pilgrims and the police were taking several of them out. A few were able to make it further as those ahead of them were blasted apart, and they promptly exploded when at last they came within distance of the officers. Orange and red clouds burst out violently from underneath the overhang, making it difficult to continue firing at those two dozen Thorns that remained.

But a new threat had arrived, one inherently more devastating than any number of motile robot explosives: human puppets, the Hounds themselves. From behind the army of black androids a few human shapes dashed through the crowd of their mechanical compatriots, swifter and more agile than any automaton could dream of being. The four armed Hounds slid easily through the mass-produced warfare outside and into the amphitheater.

A few minutes later and they burst out onto the rooftop, ready to engage the opposition in pure, physical combat. Their mildly bulky armor would prevent any normal ammunition from doing real damage, and the bombs wrapped tightly round their necks was just a final solution. They whipped their heads from side to side once, seeing both the Pilgrims on one side of the roof and the two Flagg operatives on the other. As per instructions, the quartet rushed for the Pilgrims, who in turn silently sent their weapons into close combat mode and engaged. They had the upper hand in speed and flexibility but were outnumbered, and one was reminded of coordinated wolves lunging at heavy bears who were powerful but clumsy.

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Fen turned to Cyzarine, with one eyebrow cocked.

''You're surprisingly useless. ''For someone who had seemed so capable just two weeks ago, Cyzarine was acting rather helpless.

"Fine. Go to sleep, it'll take more than one of us for this thing to work." Fen rose and went over to the thick glass screen, raising one arm over and using it to prop her head against the wall as she scanned the hallway.