Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161205223244

Diaboli began to cough violently as the toxic gas began to surround him. While his Aura prevented any permenant burns, he could feel his skin becoming painful and irritated, and it didn't stop him having to continue breathing. Pulling his scarf over his face, he closed his eyes to prevent himself from slowly going blind, and instead devoted his attention to staying calm and using his sense of hearing to keep track of Smiler's movements. If the smoke had any effect on the crazed killer, it wasn't obvious, as his movements didn't stop or even slow down for a heartbeat. In fact, he even seemed to enjoy the smokescreen.

''"I-I guess I'm toxic proof!" ''Diaboli could hear Smiler cackling from behind him. Too late, he felt a sharp pain in his lower back as Smiler's blade sliced through his shirt and into the flesh beneath.

"Gah!" he hissed in pain, stumbling forward as his free hand clutched the wound. It wasn't deep, but the fact that the strike had defeated his Aura was extremely worrying. Even so, he wasn't prepared to give up just yet. Extending his whip to its full length, he suddenly sprang forward and swept it across in front of him in a wide arc at lightning speed - hearing a satisfying grunt as the metal slammed into Smiler's arm.

With his Aura gone, Diaboli was starting to feel the true extent of what the gas was capable of. Luckily, just as he was beginning to run out of air, he felt a sudden rush of wind - even greater than before - suddenly blow past him. Daring to open his eyes, he found that the smoke had disappeared, and hovering just over their heads - the Bullhead.

"Nobel! Here!" Blanc shouted over the sounds of battle, throwing Medicus' crate with all her might in his direction. Even before it had landed, she quickly drew her rifle - Aten's Ray - and blew a hole through Nobel's attacker with a burst of pure energy.



''Roughly one mile away... ''

"Captain! Target is in sight! Your orders?" Commander Shields of the Starkiller requested urgently.

'''"Hmm..." '''Captain Caan grumbled impatiently, resting his head on his hand as he considered his options. '''"Miss Nex has not reported in?" '''he eventually inquired.

"No sir. We have recieved no intel since she confirmed her departure from Vale," Shields confirmed.

'''"Hardly ideal, is it brother?" '''the captain asked the man standing beside him.

"I have confidence in Mizuki. She will pull through," Rellik insisted, although the green-cloaked Huntsman was noticibly not his usual calm, collected self. For once, he actually seemed nervous.

'''"We can't continue waiting here for much longer!" '''Caan suddenly snapped, slamming his fist on his chair so powerfully that everybody in the room quickly looked over. Rising to his feet, numerous pipes hissed as they detatched from Caan's body. Striding forward, he looked at Commander Shields through his large golden helmet.

"'''Commander - Prepare the Vanguard Cannon. I'm done waiting." '''