Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-25389303-20181022193826

Blanc recoils as bursts of flame come pouring in through the many holes and tears in the roof of the cabin, one of which comes down directly in front of her face. Her armour and Aura shield her from the worst of the damage, but its enough to distract her from her driving. The truck begins to swerve to the side, tires rumbling as they connect with the earth of the mountain, and Blanc immediately knows she's lost control. There's a screech of metal as one of the back wheels buckles and falls away, causing them to suddenly swerve to the right - completely off the road. Those atop the truck who were paying attention would have the time to jump off in time, but for Blanc there is nothing she can do as the vehicle lurches off the side of the mountain.

The drop was only several metres, but at such a high velocity it was like falling from the sky. For a moment Blanc felt weightless, and she barely had time to brace before reality kicked back in with a horrible crashing sound as the truck careened into a nearby spruce, sending it tumbling in a spinning mess through the air. A few heartbeats later it connected to the ground again, crushing the remains of the vehicle as it rolled further down the mountain slope, until the mangled wreck eventually came to a ungraceful stop nearly a hundred metres away from the road.



Blanc's eyes flutter open. The back of her head screams in agony as she tries to move, and she barely contains the urge to throw up. The interior of the truck is a cramped coffin of jagged metal and shards of glass, though she quickly realises that she is in just as a bad of a condition. A hurried assessment reveals her left leg twisted at an unnatural angle, and one of her shoulders feels dislocated. And yet she considered herself lucky. Judging from the remains of the truck, her protective suit was the only reason she survived at all.

Fighting through the urge to faint or cry out, she grabs her trapped leg and yanks it towards her chest, freeing it from the wreckage with a hiss of pain. She manages to pull her sword from the remains before forcing open the driver's side door and pulling herself out. With a gasp of relief she crumples to the cold woodland ground, taking a moment to regain her breath. Her helmet's visor is now a complete cobweb of cracks, so she removes it and lets it fall to her side.

Moments pass, but Blanc soon forces herself to inspect her leg more closely. As she suspected, everything below the knee was twisted. Badly. With time it would heal, but not anytime soon. It would be agony to stand on, but with her armoured suit she should still be able to walk, at the very least. Using her sword as a makeshift walking stick, Blanc pulls herself upwards and - using the wreckage of the truck for balance - begins to hobble away, deeper into the forest where the distant glow of lights can be seen through the early morning mist. She is faintly aware of a large, fleeting shadow passing from tree to tree in the darkness around her, but she doesn't care. Friends and foes alike be damned - for now Blanc just wants to get away from this nightmare.