Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-25582638-20160609125129

Brunhilde strode nonchalantly straight to Zirnitra's control room. Upon entering, bluish holograms and screens were almost on every corner from left to right. Above as well since the large room has two floors. A giant, bluish holographic cube hovered in the middle, displaying images and videos of the earlier assault at the amphitheatre. All were being analyzed and quantified from the factions' equipment down to the very human responses of the enemies.

The personnel present in the room were at least 30 in number, plus 24 if you're going to factor in the dead bodies being stuffed in the body bags. And more than that for each dismembered limbs.

One of the rogues approached the young woman and reported that the dispatched squad cannot hold their ground any longer, to which Brunhilde only heaved a theatrical sigh then donned the mask of a sad superior.

“The higher ups wouldn't be pleased to hear this.” the young woman put a hand over her chest to emphasize a solemn emotion.

“Nevertheless, we cannot do anything for them. This is a suicide mission after all so.....” Brunhilde solemnly walked nearer to the large holographic cube. “Let our brothers and sisters serve their remaining time honorably for our forefathers' ambitions.”

Abandon the useless - They could never forgive. They could never hold on anymore, their writhing desire to kill and unleash their ire upon the damned. The grunts and the unstable making up the majority of the Black Hounds have finally moved on their own, removing the shackles that made them obey their mistresses' command.

Not out of rebellion but out of fury against those who dared to insult that which cannot be insulted. For that alone, they will do anything to make those fools pay.

In some of the outskirts and streets of Vale, various speeding vehicles came tearing straight to one direction. Those who were using the motorcycles openly displayed their heavy firearms ranging from Smith & Wesson Model 500 to M16 as well as assorted swords like katanas and sabres.

There were sixty three Hounds in total, all moving as one with one sinister goal in mind: mutilate the rascal named Oliver Browning and massacre his fellow police officers whom they will encounter along the way.

Bring down the VPD. . . . . “For the love of Remnant, you ants are all truly disgusting like your mistress!” Out of nowhere, bright flashes of violet and yellow lightning clashed with one of the vans travelling the outskirts. The blue van was blown backwards and hit the other vehicles behind. Because the space was narrow, most were unlucky to get hit by the flying van.

Sparks of violet electricity coursed throughout the Aricia Bluthardt's Robustaristo, a Multi Dust-Infused Exosuit, modeled after BOB's Exosuit. It gleamed brightly under the sun as violet blades made of electricity protruded on her arms.

“Just when we thought they're going to help those bastards at the construction site, they went the other way. F*cking assh*oles!” one of the soldiers radioed and cursed angrily at the Black Hounds' erratic movements as gunshots and explosions echoed on his side.

Therefore, the number of Black Hounds that were about to assault the VPD big time was reduced to thirty seven.

“Agh!”“Get him!”“GAH!”“Get back to your formation!”

The squad leader gritted his teeth furiously at the scene unfolding on the screen. His men were shamefully being eliminated by a single man. He couldn't accept this. The higher ups would be disappointed of him. There were also more enemy reinforcements coming, all being engaged by the remaining robots and some of the rogues. The weapons of the disguised cargo truck were also attacking the enemy factions.

But he has a last trick up his sleeve. Whether it would make a dent on the enemies or not, he would do it anyway in order to live.

“Release the Vikings! Kill 'em all!”

The moment the squad leader gave out order, the large container residing inside the incomplete building opened up wholly. The two Vikings went online, green eyes flashing maliciously head on with engines & gears humming roughly inside. One of them eyed Trigo before utilizing its own dual GAU 19/B .50 caliber. The other one rolled out of the building, scanning the area for more enemies beyond the construction site 'til its rockets fired at the spots where the enemies appeared out of nowhere.

While at it, the three BOB-rogues who were guarding the container went upstairs to deal with prospective hidden enemies.

With mixed, unseen annoyance and “why is she here in the first place?” feeling, the young girl glanced at Fen behind and paused in a dissimilar three intersection. Cyzarine have to consciously remind herself that the heiress isn't under the Battalion. Strangely, she wasn't supposed to feel this way in petty situations like this. Something had short-circuited her.

“If we have a map and a gps, we could’ve done that but as I told you earlier, this is a maze..... for those unfamiliar with the prison’s layout. No signs or whatsoever here in case the prisoners got out.”

Cyzarine turned her head to the right to inspect the other hallway before she resumed following the tracks.

“I have a map in my head but we’re limited to one variable to identify where we are exactly on the map: the corridors. For that reason, it shouldn’t take long for me to do it if we move a bit…… more.”

All of the sudden, the young girl’s hair stood on end. Her brows slightly narrowed as she gazed slowly to her left past the heiress’ shoulders. She felt her head pounding in pain due to her stressed, very sensitive ears beneath the adjusted therapy headphones. Fen’s voice earlier was enough to make her tense as well as her own voice. However, a faint distinct sound she heard was making her beyond tensed. Cyzarine has quickly grown accustomed to their eerily quiet environment and could painfully hear what’s off.

Footsteps.

“Someone's coming. Nothing urgent for now.” she told Fen in a hushed tone, her hand gripping the glass shard tightly for pain.

“So, uh.... do you want to hide and continue looking for a way out or take our chances to go after whoever's about to appear in this corridor?”

The latter choice might be their ticket to get out of this place asap but then the risk of dying is higher. However, the thought of it was putting her on edge. Or rather, slowly driving her crazy.

In a few seconds, the footsteps became a bit more audible, scent of blood grew stronger but not enough to make a normal person vomit yet.

(Zeph, you can control the enemy NPC)