Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150716171702/@comment-26104528-20150825214728

(Before we do anything else. DAMN!!! Kurai, that's an insult.)

"Laelia. It works best if you hit them in their vitals." yes, even someone as bubbly as Stella can pick up on deadpan snarking from working this job. Regardless, now that Myra's glyph was out of the question Stella charged right into her, Hooksword at the ready. She got around her neck with the weapon and took out a pretty good chunk of her Aura with that first swong before tossing her out into the open. Myra rolled to recover and squeezed off another two shotguns blats which Stella barely managed to block.

With age comes experience and truth be told, Chione learned a long time ago not to fall for trash talk.

Creatore replied to the Seraph by firing several blasts of fireballs at and around to deny area. She then bullet-jumped to the top of a crate stack and fired a few more at Laelia before waving the flag on her weapon around and shouting "Remnantum voc Hult!" A chorus of the Order's last remaining troops returned that shout as they began to charge in.

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Ice crystals from Fritz's rifle stopped up the joints and the Spider Paladin struggled to lurch forward with its leftover arm. This time, Fritz fired right at the joints and it ground to a hal. Just to add insult to injury, he gave the pilot a pair of one-fingeered saultes before opening up with a barrage of concussive shots to end him.

"Fritz here. On the way." As he free-ran up some crates, that's when he heard what no eliminator ever wants to hear: Remnantum voc Hult: roughly translates from Latin as Remnant wills it. Anytime you hear that, that only means one thing: suicide bomber charge. From the top of the crate, Fritz saw at least thirty drug-hyped cultists all sprinting at inhuman speed towards the Matirarch and all of them had dead man's detonators.

With its last mechanical breath, the spider droid fired both of tis cannons in cormacs's direction before the power supply finally overheated and exploded. Two scorched holes appeard above the bounty hunter.

"If ya still got ice rounds, load em' up. We got suicide bombers!" Fritz shouted over the radio, barely audible over Sturmhund's roar of fire.