Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20181005014656

Farran's bike roars as he guns it closer and closer to the great armored truck that Blanc and Nobel are riding in. He swerves to the right to avoid running over a black-clad private security officer, who is tumbling around and around from the velocity of being forcibly ejected from his motorcycle. Farran barely pays him any heed, however, and pulls up quickly to the other soldiers.

"Clear out, clear out!" he shouts, waving his arm forcefully as he tries to signal them to get away from the truck. After a few seconds and shared looks, they comply, decelerating from the truck so that Farran is the closest rider. Part of the reason for their quick response is perhaps that some of them have spontaneously caught fire, and Farran grits his teeth as he bends his body close to the seat and pulls up, so that he is next to the truck, and then in front of it. He takes a sharp inhale, and raises his legs so his feet are planted on the seat cushion. And then he swerves directly in front of the truck and pulls the brake.

Farran launches himself upwards in a graceful backflip, landing catlike on the roof of the truck as his bike slams into the front of the truck and explodes. He barely clings on as the bike shreds into torn metal, which goes flying into the windshield and under the wheels. A large chunk narrowly misses Farran's head as he braces himself against the roof of the rocking truck, and he digs his gauntlets into the frame as he prepares to meet his opponents face to face.

Titania, perched atop her own vehicle, draws up to the back of the truck. She begins letting out ice blasts underneath the back left wheel, trying to get the truck to keel over from unbalanced momentum.