Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-26571677-20191205040529

Dust looked around at Lustra’s insistence of the timely arrival of her higherups and looked back at Jett; drifting in and out of consciousness; under the effects of both her pain and the medicine to soothe it.

“Wouldn’t rather be stuck with anyone else. But…”

The treeline was dense, the coast was choppy, and rocky outcrops sprang out either side of the rotting docks; it would be near impossible for any aircraft to get there. Let alone for a stretcher and bearers; considering the dense bush that surrounded them.

Even tired, he still remembered his enemy, and at the analysis of his surroundings, he peered back towards Diaboli. He saw the man’s faded and nonchalant expression, heard the innocuous suggestion that Trago carry Jett, and felt his stomach drop.

''He planned this. From the very start…''

The aforementioned robot seemed near entirely unscathed. Its armour was scratched from their previous scuffle, and he was unsure of its internal condition, but it was plain for him to say that he did not enjoy their odds of fighting both the robot and a man who was still relatively unscathed.

He had no doubt that Lustra was skilled, but she was using a weapon that, as far as he knew, she was inexperienced with, running on low aura reserves and would effectively have to fight at a large numerical disadvantage. The bastard part of aura was that whilst it offered you with incredible levels of protection, this same fact applied to your opponent. Even if she were to overpower Trago…no, there was no way that a confrontation would work in their favour at all, even if he’d call Hazel…in the time she’d take to arrive, they’d likely have perished.

“There’s no way that they’ll get here in time. We shouldn’t have trusted that man…he led us straight into a place where he’d hold the cards…I need you to watch me back, we’ll get to the village, then use whatever comms they have to call some reinforcements, but for now…”

He looked to Diaboli, remembering how Trago had moved on the deck, and the way that they had huddled together; thick as thieves.

“We’ll be dealing with the devil…If anything happens, do me a favour and grab Jett and run, meet up with Hazel, she’ll know what to do.”

He gave her no time to reply; certainly not to voice her annoyances nor objections, as he immediately turned to Diaboli, hefting Jett on his shoulders and providing him with an uneasy smile, gesturing with a hand across and forward towards the beach.

“Reckon I’ll keep my hold on Jett over here for now, lead on govna.”