Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20151013163759

(Hey, I don't blame her. Ooh, that also gives me a nice point to do this!)

Mass electrical shocks, getting duped into firing on each other, the two survivng Manticore's OS were on complete overdrive. Honara dashed forward and rammed her shotgun into the head hole where the internal skeleton was flailing around and fired the last four shots into it.

The mech slumped to the ground in defeat after Honara ripped a third data recorder out of it. Ingraham was getting a little worn out from comandeering a Manticore and forced his ride to power off and this time, he opened the maintenance panel like a civiliized being and detached the recorder while cutting the power cable inside.

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Outside, the electrical storm Beige unleashed on the drones only made things even worse. Sudden electrical impulses through opened power conduits within the ship gave the Nephele even more power and the storm got worse and worse.

"Both of you, set down until those Nepheles run out of power!" the Fang ordered his pilots who naturally agreed.

The ibaalin checked his scroll and unsurprisingly, none of the Manticores were responding. "IT seems we must deal with this personally..." with that, he activated his own semblance: a pair of large, glyph hands as large as him appeared around his shoulders and he pried the hole the manticore made even larger.

"The first time I've agreed with a human..." the fang added as he activated his own Semblance: a pair of glyph wings sprouted off his back and he started hovering.

Both leaders dropped into the ruined and partially flooded Crew Quarters and immediatly opened fire. The Ibaalin put both the glyph hands into a defensive stance with a small slit for his HMG to fire through and the Fang started flying around, tossing explosive throwing knives at the team.

(Choose your own boss music! I pick this!)