Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20181021035007

(Sorry about the delay. Midterm weeks always throw things off.)

Titania is unable to intervene as Blanc pops the window of the car she is balanced on. A second later, she feels and hears a resounding flashbang beneath her. The car careens to the left and Titania falls on all fours as she desperately scrabbles to keep ahold of the roof. She digs her extendable forearm blades into the metal frame, punching through the roof but giving herself enough of a hold to prevent herself from immediately getting turned into a massive smear on the concrete. The car slides off the road and into the ditch lining it, and the rough impact of its bumper into the raised dirt sends Titania flying into the leaf-covered ground. She rolls a few times before coming to a dazed stop, where she lies for a few moments.

Eventually, she rises, but the accident has eaten up the majority of her Aura. Titania looks up at the distant retreating end of the battered truck where her enemies remain. A great cloud of what she assumes to be more poisonous gas hangs between her and the vehicle, effectively cutting off the option of running straight at it. Not like that would do much good at this point.

After a long moment, Titania sighs. She was a bodyguard, for goodness sake. Taking someone like her and putting her in the opposite role of the one she usually played was bound to end in failure. At least now they knew what they were up against.

She hurries over to check on the driver.

Farran, meanwhile, panics a little as the doctor's vice grip tightens around his arm. In such a close situation, he activates his core protocol for these situations, igniting his flamethrowers at full throttle and turning himself into a literal human torch. Now coated in an orb of fire, and shielded by his fireproofing semblance, Farran gives a great roar, an unadulterated mix of rage, thrill, and fear.