Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150707071332

The .50 unfortunatly had no way to take external dust and with those fanatics rigged to blow upon death, it probably wouldn't be of any use much longer.

"Disengaging turret!" Fritz reported to Azzie before jump-kitting off and cloaking. Out of the twenty-something charging dawnines, half of them turned to engage the gun truck.

"CATSAI, 'frozen' protocol. Go!" Fritz ordered his scroll while in mid-air. On cue, the scroll started playing a very special song that Fritz saved for moments like these.

''"let the storm rage on...the cold never bothered me any way." ''A burst of ice bullets ripped from Sturmhund, stopping half of the cultists in their tracks.

"It's funny how some distance, makes everything seem small..." Fritz sang as he lobbed his remaining two ice grenades. One towards the tanker to stop the pouring gasoline, and the other to whatever cultists were lucky enough to dodge his first attack.

"Let it go, let it go! I am one with the wind and sky!"

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Most people would be sane enough to know that if you're facing down a guy who's singing songs from a Malt Disney movie in the middle of a firefight, chances are he's clearly mad and you are NOT being paid enough to take him on. Unfortunatly, being insane is a requirement to think the Black Dawn is a good idea.

With nowhere else to go, and the closest target being the makeshift wall the cardamom team was behind, the last of them pressed their bodies against the wall and prepared to blow.