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"Damn it man. That only works assuming you actually get out! They are going for a complete encirclement." It was more by reflex than to actually dissuade Darian that Elroy responded. As by now he knew which way the wind was blowing. If Alice wasn’t going to convince him no one would.

They ran into five more armed White Fang members, likely some of the last left in fighting condition in the building by now. Elroy stepped into his defensive stance with the ease of years of experience: his left side facing the enemy, offhand held in front of his face ready to shield against attacks, his right arm drawn back pointing downward with the claw almost flush with his arm, poised and ready to lash out at whoever chose to fight him. It had only taken him a moment to adjust his stance, but that was all the time Elroy got as two of the White Fang charged him in unison.

One was armed with a very short shotgun and the other with a glowing Red Dust imbued Scimitar. The two White Fang guards picked Elroy as their closest target and made sure to get the first strike against him. The one with the shotgun took aim and the one with the sword got ready to charge Elroy under the cover of his ally. By that moment Elroy had already made his first move as the White maze-like Glyph flashed briefly underneath them as it took hold. The first shot was fired from the shotgun and Elroy, guided by his instincts and enhanced reflexes made a dive forward entering into a roll, faster than the White Fang gunner had anticipated from the defensive posture he had found Elroy in and so that first shot missed. He readied his second shot with a quick and practiced pump and already lowered his aim to get Elroy back into his sights, only to find Elroy had disappeared. The next instant his partner with the Red Dust coated scimitar had a pair of blades streak across his throat and drawn over his collarbone and neck, and a painful sensation shot through him as the electrical charge in the blades shot through his body.

Elroy had simply appeared behind the Faunus, using his semblance to get the first strike with his electrified claws. As the Faunus was briefly incapacitated by the shock dust Elroy grabbed him by the shoulders and flung him into the gunman who only now had realized what had happened to his comrade. With the two off balance Elroy switched to the twin SMGs built into his gauntlets and with what little shock Dust let in their reservoirs he opened fire on the two Faunus. The swordsman took the brunt of the attack, lost consciousness and fell to the floor against his partner, who then caught the remainder of Elroy’s salvo. He made an attempt to jump out of the way but at this distance Elroy had no trouble to keep his weapons trained on the man just a bit longer, and the attempted jump became a stumble. Overwhelmed by the stream of bullets the Faunus fell onto his knees and hands, feeling the energy raining from his body as his aura drained his reserves to keep the buets from penetrating. Elroy finished him off with a swift but forceful kick to the head, knocking him unconscious as well. The whole engagement lasted only a scant few seconds, Alice appeared to have had little trouble with the other two White Fang that had engaged them. However the fifth had remained where she stood, having realized the battle was hopeless or simply overcome by her nerves in the face of such swift and brutal power from the third-years. As she saw that she had Elroy’s attention she clutched the fireaxe she had been quickly issued closer to her, as if it were a talisman to repel evil like the old stories said. Elroy now saw just how young this particular White Fang was, although her mask obscured the top of her face he could tell she was younger than him, only a child really, and clearly not prepared to fight hunters in training.

For a moment their gazes were locked until finally she dropped her axe and ran back from where she came. Elroy thought this a wise choice. By no he realized he and Alice were alone, Darian had seen his chance to get past the White Fang and continue his persuit of the White Fang bigwig. “Damn it, does your boyfriend ever listen?” he asked Alice with a clear tone of exasperation. The two continued onwards



   It had taken Jericho significantly less time to scale the building compared to the last time, the fact that at any moment the cops would show up according to Elroy seemed to be a major contributing factor. He gave Rhythm a hand to pull the third year up the last bit and at that time he heard the Bullhead roar overhead. For a moment he was blinded as a searchlight streaked across them and focused on the doors they had left open during their escape.

“Damn it, they’re already here. Can you see if the others have found a way out yet?” he asked Rhythm, having to raise his voice as now the roar of engines started to down out the sound. Around the warehouse he could see multiple riot police vans drive up and encircle the building. No sirens, no police lights. But with the bullhead it was clear they ere making their move now. The time of stealth had passed and now the police went on to action.

With all the activity below Jericho had not noticed that behind them a man had dropped down onto the roof. A trio of Glyphs catching him and slowing his fall to a gentle landing and with a surprisingly quiet tread for his size the man walked up to the students with his hands tucked into the pockets of his simple zipped up jacket.

“Now” he said with little surprise in his voice “What do we have here…”