Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-26104528-20151107212230

(ITo be honest, I'd like if we got more opportunities to explore our characters as people, not just how many thugs they can beat up. Otherwise, it's certainly not bad.)

Like a certain bounty hunter who spoke with a kiwi accent, Stahlfritz took off and tossed cryogenic grenades into the tornado. His plan was that all that debris would detonate the flash fabricated explosive and freeze the thing in place for someone to land the killing blow. For now though, he had to play the evasion game.

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At this point, Ingraham was simply hucking the slaves too exhausted to move into the back of the truck. To his credit, he was trying to be as gentle as possible but he knew they were borrowed time. Besides, he just saved thier asses; can you really complain about a rough rescue?

Taking one last look before getting in himself, he shouted to the driver to floor it and kept an eye in the direction of the fight with the wire man.

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"Dammit!" Eze-0 cursed as he saw the pilot bailing out and immediatly positioned his vehicle slightly in front of the airship and spammed mortar fire at it. Loaded with concussives, his plan was to blow the airship aside. Hab-0 immediatly caught on to what the other driver was planning and followed suit.

"Finish off those engines!" Hab-8 shouted as she put crosshairs on the wounded left engine while her sister focused on the intact right. Gauss rifles blazed as they desperatly tried to minimize the damage.