Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190506084107

Things were going well on her end, Jett's harpoon stunt earlier didnt quite go as planned... she overestimated the bearded man's aura. She only wanted to hook the leader from behind the enemy line and use him as a hostage. Instead, he had been impaled through the belly and dragged halfway down the coridoor, leaving a long smear of blood on the floor all the way to her feet.

"Oops..."

Emily would call her stupid. Victoria would lecture her about excessive force later...

But in any case, the job was done. Without their leader and best fighter, the group dissolved gradually, many thugs lay dead or retreated futrther into the hallways. The rest were rounded up and restrained.

There was a brief moment of silence, her men caught their breaths and tended to the wounded. Now that the gunfire had died down a litle, she noticed the explosions, gunshots and... helicopters...? Coming from back at the auction house. It sounded like a fresh fight just started, and from the screaming, they could definitely use some help.

Deciding quickly, she split her forces again, taking only 3 SAINTs with her to continue the chase deeper into the building, The rest were to bring the injured and prisoners back to he auction house and help the police fight there.

A lot of new faces showing up here... The inspector narrowed his brow, glaring at the stranger with the whips who appeared out of nowhere and started ordering his men around. Who was he...?

Though he appeared to be a cop, he was not one of the inspector's own men, nor one of the undercover moles around the facility: this man's face definitely was not in the dossier he received before the mission. Definitely not a SAINT either, without their signature combat armour. Maybe a criminal trying some kind of desperate trick? A disguise to sneak out among the chaotic fighting/ Or maybe he wanted to

Whever he was, the help was definitely welcome. The old man could only stare in awe as he and hsis companion carved a gruesome trail through flesh and bodies of the enemy. The charge of gangsters was fearsome, but they found themselves running headlong into a meat grinder. He remained wary, but grateful to the stranger, though he must still question the man lat-

The sudden crack from behind made him whirl around, just in time to see the stone prison crack and the girl from just now make a run for it, amidst bombs and blasts of howling winds, blinding steam, crackling electricity and dark gravity wells. The nearest officers tried to chase, but found themselves sucked into the wells and trapped, writhing and screaming in pain as they were burned and zapped relentlessly.

Shit... He let his guard down, and the prisoner was getting away. As she reached one of the hallways leading towards another room, he raised his launcher and fired again. If a prisoner resisted and became a threat to their lives, he was authorised to use lethal force. Fire Dust, a powerful explosion meant to kill erupted from the impact, but it was too late, only serving to illuminate her small figure as she dissapeared out of his reach.

The small force of SAINTs moved warily through the building, moving from cover to cover, gurading each other's backs and quickly dispatching anyone that spotted them. It was easier to travel in a small group like this, harder to spot by the enemies, though it irritated Jett that they could not attack the enemy even if they spotted them: A large force could easily overwhelm just the four of them, they had to stick with only hunting small clusters of escaping thugs.

As they reached a sort of cargo bay where containers and crates were stacked high, another set of explosions rocked the building, sending the group staggering off balance. Worse still, there was a creaking noise from above, and the ceiling suddenly came crashing down amidst a mass of coloured iron.

With a cry of warning, Jett shoved one of the soldiers out of the way, narrowly avoiding getting crushed by a shipping container. But she wasnt as lucky... A sickening crunch, and whoosh of wind behind her. It felt like her legs were being violently ripped off, making the girl scream in agony.

Her legs were prosthetics, but under the layers of synth muscle there was still real muscle and bones in there to shatter and mangle. She tested her leg, and to her surprise it still moved, sending a jolt of stabbing pain through her hips. Synthetic muscles still worked, even though the bones beneath were thoroughly broken. She resisted the urge to scream again, instead she bit on her tongue and pulled harder, dragging it out from under the heavy crates.

The soldiers were caling her name, frantically asking if she was okay. The rubble seperated them, impossible to climb in her state, and digging thourgh would take too long. Already there were sounds of footsteps approaching, the enemy coming to investigate the noise.

"I-im fine... just a flesh wound!!" She lied, struggling to stand up, panting heavily. "Ghhhh!! T-try to find a way around, not safe here, we'll meet up and regroup in another area."

There was a small door on her side, and despite her wounds, leaning on her sword for support, Jett began to limp her way towards it, not even knowing what lay behind.