Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25857155-20150822020432/@comment-5426254-20151009050905

It looks like this is the beginning of the end. Time to end the action and insert character development, particularly for Vale and Selena. -GL -- "You should look in a mirror for that, you bitch."

Pieter, and Vert were panting, but there were only slightly exhausted. Sable, on the other hand, had a few cuts on his face and a pair of broken glasses after Vale smashed him into the floor.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Sable spat as he realized what happened.

"I won't let them get away," Vert continued. "Who's with me?"

"I will," Sable replied.

"That's cute," Selena replied, "but we should be going now. Ta-ta," she sneered as she picked up her wounded subordinate, followed by Vale.

Sable and Vert then ran out the door to pursue them in the streets, Sable rushing forward, spraying bullets from the scavenged assault rifle, forcing Selena to turn around and deflect whatever shots didn't deplete her Aura.

"Come back here, grandma!"

But he was suddenly yanked away by a wire tugging on his foot, electrocuting him again.

"Tsk tsk. I must admit, you threw one hell of a party. But I am disappointed that our gracious hosts turned out to be so rude, and so stupid."

"SABLE!"

Pieter ran out, ready to unload Innocence's ammunition supply at the foe who infuriated him.

"I suppose someone forgot the party favours, hmm?" Selena teased once more with a tug of the wire, sending hundreds of thousands of volts into Sable's flesh and skin.

The sight of Sable being tormented had brought out repressed memories of torture and slaughter inflicted on himself, his old comrades, and his enemies in the back of Pieter's mind.

"Do you think I'm really that stupid?"

What-

Sable then raised his SMG while Selena was caught off-guard, shooting ice Dust at the wires near his foot. The ice Dust had slowed the conduction of the electric wires, stopping some of the electric flow, allowing Sable to feel less pain as he shot the ice Dust and the wire from his foot, with a regular bullet. Now Sable was free of the wire, though there was some numbness in his leg.

"Well, at least you really are worth more than I expected," Selena admitted. "Now, if I can just-"

She was quickly knocked back as several projectiles, both metal bullets, and ice Dust started flying towards her direction. She had suffered several concussive blows, including a patch of ice on her chest.

"Better cover up," Pieter snarkily replied. "Cause' it's getting cold outside."

Vale, on the other hand, was furious. As she was about to make a move, a volley of ice Dust narrowly missed her body. As much as she wanted to continue the fight against these infidels, she was forced to admit that they were in no position to drag out the duel. Besides, if she were to let the Mistress perish, she would have failed her mission, disappointing the cult and jeopardizing her reason to serve.

"Mistress! Are you alright?"

"Looks like these people are getting smarter and smarter every time," Selena sighed. Her Aura was holding up well, but she wasn't going to last long at this rate.

"Come on, Vale. You'll get another chance so long as we're alive."

"Of course, Mistress," Vale replied. "Our safety is the biggest concern for the moment."

The response surprised Selena for a moment, this kind of behavior being unusual for her. But she appreciated it.

Their opponents, however, would have none of it.

"Get back here! You can't escape justice!" Vert hollered, firing bullets at the fleeing cultists.

But they were too far away, and soon, they disappeared into the shadows, nowhere to be seen.

"FUCK!"

"It's pointless, Vert," Pieter coldly dissuaded. "They're already gone. We have to take care of our wounded."

"And we have to take care of two criminal murderers who will unleash depredation on innocents! We have a duty to protect this city and punish them under the law!"

"How can we, at this point?" Pieter snarked as he headed over to Sable.

"I fucked up, didn't I?" Sable mused.

"Yes you did. I don't want to see you doing these kinds of stupid acts again, unless you want to give me cardiac arrest," Pieter coldly muttered.

"Aww... you really do care about me," Sable teased. "You sure you're not one of those passive-aggressive soap opera romantics that we watch on holovision?"

"At least I'm more consistent. Come on, let's get you patched up." -- As Vert was recovering, he received a call.

"I see you wanted a status update, Lieutentant."

"That's right. I heard reports of gunfire from residents several blocks away from where you are. I want to know something. Did you take out the target?"

"Unfortunately, they got away, sir."

"WHAT! But why!?"

"The target had reinforcements, is more heavily armed and dangerous than we expected, and had accomplices. Many of us are recovering, sir."

"SHIT!"

"I feel the same way, sir. But I'll be sending an APB to you detailing the information and intel on the targets."

"On the plus side, we apprehended a few of their henchmen. We'll be sending them to you for interrogation. I'll make sure that they don't get away next time."

"Good." The Lieutenant sighed as he realized that the situation needed someone more experienced, because this opponent was too much for the police to handle, and too strong for a group of Beacon students to take down. No, he needed experienced Huntsmen. And he was going to have a long chat with Ozpin about this matter... -- As the three ran in the shadows, they had another problem on their hands.

Their whitecoat was critically injured, nearly dying of blood loss from the injuries on her stomach.

"She's getting worse, Mistress!" Vale urgently exclaimed, with tears in her eyes. "How long do we have before we can reach a medic?"

"Not long, hopefully," Selena sighed. "These Hunters are getting more ruthless every time we face them."

As much as she loved toying around with them, she realized that she had to take her opponents more seriously first.

"Mistress... I'm sorry..." the whitecoat stuttered, blood dribbling from her mouth.

"This isn't your fault," Vale replied. "It's these bloodthirsty demons who are responsible for this!"

"No...it's mine...I'm a failure...a disgrace...I'm not worthy to be called a child of God..."

She fell silent. It was hard to tell whether she was dead, or whether she was unconscious. Either way, it didn't look good for her.

"Come on, Vale!"

They continued their escape. Selena felt personally responsible for this, as she feared imagining her daughters in a similar state.

It's all the Huntsmen's fault, Vale angrily thought as she followed the Mistress with the grunt in her arms. I swear, I will unleash divine judgment on these murderers!

The two of them would be ready for their revenge. But not now. Not when they needed to recover from their setbacks.

"For the glory of God," Vale muttered as she kept running.