Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150705081731

The moment the dust crustal came into view, Fritz put a shot from his gauntlet into it. The bursting crystal spewed a deluge of water across the truck. Though it was always good to learn new things, Fritz wasn't so sure if he wanted to know what he'd taste like flame-broiled and he was pretty certain Azzie was thinking the same thing.

DAKKA-DAKKA-DAKKA-DAKKA-DAKKA-DAKKA-click-click-click-click...

"...ah hell..." the Quad finally clicked empty and looking down, it was meant to be a crew-served weapon with the assortment of ammo boxes. No way the dawnines would give them a break to reload, Fritz hopped off.

"Quad's empty!"

While the cultists were pinned down and burning, Fritz jumpkitted off the turret and wall-ran along a road sign. Firing away with sturmhund the whole time. No more sign, he lept off while changing the weapon into Scissor form.

First target, forked and de-capitated with halberd. Second target, gauntlet blade to the face. Cloak to disrupt their aim while switching Sturmhund back into rifle mode. Third and fourth targets, bursts across center mass.

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Having your face covered in molten metal from a thermite charge was already considered overkill and Tomillo's bullets only added insult to injury. With the central controls burned to a crisp or melted to slag, the Paladin slumped down defeated in the sea of fire. By now, their Quad-guns had run dry and their ammo would be the next to go at this rate.

They say you never know what a cornered beast will do. In the case of the Order though, you always knew what they would do.

"Remnantum hoc vult!!" a cry that could make even the most hardened of Eliminators grimace. Even worse if it was a  female voice, meaning that a Matriarch was present and in that case...in the immortal words of Mason Shanebarc: "When that sort of shit hits the fan, all that will save you is your magazine size."

"Remnantum hoc vult!!!" The droves of zealots shouted in reply. Throwing aside their weapons save for maybe a pistol and sprinting head on towards the cardamom team and the tanker, bomb vests and dead-man's detonators in hand.