Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25582638-20160610195851/@comment-5999656-20160616055946

"No, Cyzarine, that wasn't wrong at all!" Automne was earnest now, glad that the younger girl was surprisingly able to understand what was easily a very complicated subject debated by people all over the world. She leaned forward and rested her arms on the table.

"It really means a lot to me, what you just said. It's all true, about how the problem is too complicated to have one solution. Just the fact that you were able to realize this, despite not having much experience with the topic, shows that not everyone jumps to conclusions."

Automne was going to expound upon her opinion further, going into the finer aspects of her beliefs, since Cyzarine seemed like a willing listener. Most kids didn't know how to address the issue so they avoided it entirely. But this innocent discourse was interrupted by the sound of something slamming below, followed by screams and the patter of running feet. The sound of grunting and what sounded like objects being thrown around completed shattering the image of picturesque peace in the cafe.

Automne had risen to her feet the moment the first thump had sounded out, and in another second she had dismissed the menu hologram with a wave of her hand, and her eager expression was replaced with one that was wary and solemn. The visitors around their table had stood up as well, with faces betraying barely concealed terror and a complete loss of what to do.

Automne placed a hand on Cyzarine's arm. She needed to act fast or people were going to die. Fortunately, she wasn't the only fighter in the room.

"Cyzarine, looks like there's trouble. Unless you're armed I need you to stay out of this fight and - "

The rest of her words were drowned out by the shattering of the oak door which between the stairs and the second floor. As slivers of bark rained through the air, Automne turned, impassive, to see a thug standing in the doorway.

"Guys, they're up here," the thug grunted, signaling with his free arm while the other clutched a submachine gun. From the way his tiny bead eyes met hers, it was clear to the fox immediately who he was referring to.

Automne said nothing as the grunt was joined by two more. Apparently the rest were occupied with the fight downstairs. The thugs gave a lopsided smile, hefting his gun up, only to see that his target had vanished.

"What the - " He was cut off by the sight of a dining table flying towards him, smacking him in the face and breaking his nose. Automne was airborne, already heading towards the other thugs. She gave the female one a sweeping side kick to the temple, sending the woman crashing to the floor. The third grunt had enough time to point his pistol in front, firing rapidly. But Automne was fluid, drawing her switchblade from her boot before she had even landed, setting the blade out with a quiet snick and twisting and releasing, allowing the knife to bury itself in the gangster's forehead. She hit the ground running and tackled the gangster, sending an elbow into his solar plexus and pulling the knife out of his forehead just to drive it into his armpit, derailing his grip and sending the bullets into the ceiling. The howling he did in response was excruciating to hear. But Automne seemed to hear none of it, continuing on her merciless spree. She grabbed the fallen goon's pistol and rose, pointing it one handed at the female thug and pulling the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang. She pointed it at the first thug, the one she'd thrown a table into, only to see that his firearm was aimed at her too. Before he could make some vaguely worded threat, Automne spoke first.

"Is there something you want?" she said, carelessly. These were small fry, easily disposable and easily replaceable. A must-have for every aspiring gang leader. What Automne was concerned about was what would happen when the bosses got up here. Her left hand, hidden behind her, had already dialed her locker.

Blood was streaming freely from the man's nose, garbling his speech. But whatever he said was buried under the noise of a single gunshot.

"Sorry, I don't care," Automne told him as the man crumpled to the floor. She spoke to Cyzarine next, but her eyes remained fixed on the door.

"There's going to be more soon, I can hear them. Cyz, can you get your weapon and help me fight them off?" And then she turned to look at the girl with wistfulness in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to get involved in this. But I don't think I can take the rest of them myself."