Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150706025939

After spraying down the last few Dawnies, Azulius clambered back to the quad gun, using his Semblance to make it look like he had never left. With much grunting and struggle, he heaved another box of ammunition up to the turret and fed the belts through the action. ''Okay, I am done complaining about Roaring Moxie's drums being heavy after a long day. At least I don't get my daily workout from one reload.''

Once the gun was ready to go, he made his way back to the drivers seat. Fritz had cleaned out the last of the cultists, so it was time to move on to the next pocket of violence. Azzie knew the Eliminator could jetpack onto the moving truck without breaking a sweat, so he turned back onto the road, calling Violet as he went.

"Vio, we've cleaned up shop over here, tell me what else needs done?"

Cordera had to stand on Blaine's shoulders to see over their barrier, but she was nice enough to record on her Scroll while her young teammate killed a Paladin all on his lonesome.

"Okay, I'm impressed," Scarab chuckled, trying to rub the singed fur off of one of his ears. "Kid's earned a beer once this is over."

"Only one?  I'm buying him at least two." Cordera laughed. "That was a genuine... oh no." Before she could explain what she saw, they heard the chorus shout "Remnantum hoc vult!!!"

"I don't need to speak whatever language that is to know it's not good," Blaine muttered, his pain at holding up Cordera forgotten. "What they got?"

"Just pistols, bomb vests, and what I really hope aren't dead man switches."

"Great.  I don't imagine either of you have an EMP grenade?" Scarab asked, trying to imagine how he was going to be any use to his team with only one good arm and no ranged weaponry.

"Do we look like spec ops?  I've got some lightning Dust crystals in my pocket and that's it!" Blaine snapped, his face full of worry for their team.

"That may be enough," Cordera explained, jumping back to the ground. She pulled out one of her grenade rounds and poured out the regular Dust filling. "Give me all your lightning Dust, and maybe a hint of White and Gravity.  If I can get the ratio close enough, I might get an EMP out of this.  But I need time to mix." No sooner had she spoke than the trio heard a very familiar ear-piercing Rambo yell, followed by a lot of shooting.

"If this works, I'm buying the new guy a keg," Blaine said what all three were thinking.

Tomillo was trying his hardest to calm down after successfully killing a Paladin. Just when his breathing had returned to normal, the remaining cultists all threw down their weapons and pulled out the detonators. ''Oh no, if they go off next to the tanker, they're going to be burying all four of us in the same shoebox. I've got to do something!''

"Hey!" he shouted at the mob, lobbing a flashbang grenade before unloading a fresh SMG magazine. "OVER HERE MOTHA%&#$AS!"