Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26104528-20151025063104

(Hey Kringles, if it sound's like Oliver's sitting this one out, then what's going to happen when it's your turn to post?)

"Works for me." Fritz gave Akiba a thumbs-up as he sped to the scene.

If most of the fighting was concentrated around dock 94, then the best course was probably to head in through dock 93. Driving more aggresivly than he usually did, he barreled through the gates and street. Thankfully, most of the dock workers skedaddeled since a shooting war wasn't covered by their union or anything like that.

Well, most of them at least. Some of the Order's turncoats had set-up sniper positions which forced Fritz to take a crash-course in how to get in and out of drifts. Note to self: ask Ingraham to teach me that Bootleg Turn and pay me back for all those tires...

(Card, need to borrow Azzie for a little combo.) "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Fritz said to the mobster. From the perspective of the Order sentries, all they saw was a van tumbling off the dock into the water, complete with sounds. The reality, Fritz had the thing stopped behind some crates. All just an illusion courtesy of everyone's favorite magician.

"Ok, sorry about the rough ride. Let's get to work." with that, he clambered and cloaked into the dock 94 now turned battlefield.

Putting it lightly, the place was a mess. Cargo crates were exploded and strewn about and probably since someone called in the half-a-dozen hunters coming for them, they'd go for a 7-nevermores-1-stone deal, judging by the ironically modified fire truck that was shooting fire...

On the far end of the battlefield, Fritz saw someone he never wanted to ever see again...you bitch...

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"give me a distraction" the crusader, in the flesh, ordered a pair of Purifiers. The exoskeletonized heavy pyros only nodded before entering a slow jog towards another set of police vehicles and spewing napalm all over them. On the cargo crane, an Order Dextera who was packing Leon's nail driver had the weapon in sniper mode and was taking potshots at the VPD markswoman from earlier.

Just like Stahlfritz, the Crusader also felt it in her aura. Someone she'd been expecting was now here...specifically, in the direction she just fired a high-explosive 10-gauge slug at. Following suit, a trio of Inquistors let loose with hallucinogenic gas grenades while chanting much of the same pro-grimm nonsense that Marron was chanting when the team first met her.

(Special Order infantry that I didn't mention yet: there are two teams of Avatars hanging out on the cargo crane and in the nearby warehouse. To nobody's surpirse probably, they're pulling a firebender act right now.)