Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20181226064052

Titania lunges forward, the panels in her palms sliding open as she lets loose a blast of ice right in front of the director. Before him, a great frozen wall sprouts, arcing up to form a half-moon barrier between him and the worst of the gas.

"Get back, director!" she shouts. In between the ice and the fumes, Nobel is now completely hidden from view. Her heart skips a beat as she realizes that her split-second thinking was slightly miscalculated - chances are she's guaranteed Vorcha's continued existence, but the same cannot be said for Blanc, who is now engulfed in the toxic cloud somewhere in front of her ice wall.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Farran growls frustratedly. He hesitates to use his flames when the mercenaries all around him could probably be more useful with their guns. When Nobel took off his mask, he'd thought that the chasing game was over. Instead, the mad doctor engaged in a suicide move, launching more poison bombs against a platoon that encircled and far outnumbered him, to boot.

"Shoot that fucker down!" Farran shouts. He quickly backs away, making sure that none of the tendrils can reach him, and bends down: a crouching tiger, ready to lunge at the nearest opening.