Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-5426254-20160610191532

''Finally! This last part is done! Alright, here it is, after 6 days of assignments, and a midterm! Enjoy! -GL'' --- In the nightclub, the room was pumping a dubstep mix as Vert and Lupin resumed their fight.

Lupin's explosive pistol rounds tore tiny holes in the walls as Vert rolled past them to dodge the hits.

His retaliation was cut short when Lupin caught his blade and sent a kick to the gut, before forcing him to deflect another salvo of pistol rounds.

"You just love fucking every bloke's day up, do you, lad?"

The rounds forced him back, scurrying all the way to the bar on the far end. So far, Lupin's victory had been assured.

"Ha! Scurryin' away like rats, aren't ya!? Shoe's on the other fuckin, bloody foot, ain't it -?"

He had noticed bottle after bottle being flung in his direction.

"Shit."

Lupin immediately fired as fast as he could, detonating the bottles with the explosive rounds, sending shards and fire close to him.

But suddenly, he felt strong pushes as Vert took advantage of the opportunity to land a few rounds, though he was protecting himself with his Aura, and his eyes with his sleeves.

And once he opened his eyes and lowered his arm did he see a pair of feet leap up from one of the tables, and descend from above, smacking him in the forehead with as much force and momentum that the boy could possibly muster, knocking the man down.

As Bianca felt a tsunami of emotions watching Lupin get badly beaten, Akiba gestured to her against intervening, as the situation was already to chaotic, with the green-clad boy still in his violent instincts.

Now that Lupin posed no threat, Vert wasted no time heading to Donnie, grabbing him by the collar and pressing Order against his cheek.

"Where's Barnes?"

"Before I tell you, would like to hear something?"

"Make it quick."

"How about a truce? You and me take the old man out together, capiche?"

"Heh. What do you have to negotiate about? I'm in much beter shape than you are. Now, where is he?"

"Looks like our little slapfight really did a number on my noodle, huh?"

"Elaborate, you little shit."

Donnie was basically lying out of his teeth, mustering as much of his charm that he still had.

''Just needs to make sure I can buy some time for my men to make it out alive. And maybe knock this fucker down a few pegs while I lick my wounds.''

"Thanks to you, I can't remember clearly where he is. Who knows, maybe he's on the fourth floor?"

"You're coming with me, kid," he growled, dragging him by the bowtie -

- when he stumbled, a sharp blow to the back of the head knocked him off balance.

And when he turned around, he saw a dark-skinned woman with a ponytail, clad in a beige jacket, aim her [Glock] at the boy next to the DJ booth, fresh smoke coming off the barrel... --- Darah and Memories remained in a deadlock the more they clashed blades. Rapid fire swings of the custom, high-tech machete were deftly blocked by irregular blocking techniques of the futuristic katana.

Both were experienced; Darah from his years in the underworld, and Memories' formal tutelage under an assassin and senior cult leader.

But what The Bloody Fist had was time; he was willing to spend every single second, minute and hour meting out his wrath on whomever was his nearest target, while Memories anxiously wanted to find out the truth ASAP, and not risk getting caught prematurely breaking her end of the contract before she learned what truth had lurked within these musty four walls.

Also pressed for time was Cyzarine; while the nameless mooks that were cut down posed no problem, the brothers, Shiro and Kuro, would likely keep her occupied as they prepared a plan to ambush her.

Tong smirked with satisfaction as he witnessed the scene unfold before him. In the entire confusion, the intruders had their hands full, and the chaos ensured that no one in particular would recognize him.

But as much as he wanted to participate in a good old-fashioned beatdown of his own, he swallowed the bitterest of pills and forced himself to resist the temptation.

Until next time, he thought. Business with Barnes was his first priority. He had come to negotiate the management and franchising of Barnes' property, including the entire nightclub, Funhouse and all.

While he expected the harshest of rejections, tonight's events would provide him with a bargaining chip - the ruckus and the resulting fallout would force Barnes to strike a deal with him - assuming he would survive.

Of course, he was here on business, and he wouldn't be caught dead as one of the patrons of the Funhouse. So, he whipped out his Scroll, found an empty spot, and began clearing away items and documents on the device before filming clips of the entire event, just in case.

Then he slowly walked to the elevators, and contemplated his next step. He wanted to prove to everyone that he was a man on business, not a man of carnage. While he was good at fighting, he wanted to avoid it as much as possible, utilizing it as a last resort.

That, and escaping the premises. His first priority would be to make sure that he was simply caught in the entire event, something the police surrounding the area would believe. If they found out the entire time, then he would rejoin the people on the rooftop and beat the enemies to a pulp - something he hated, since it sullied his name and goodwill, and created a massive inconvenience for him.

He decided to plan his options and head straight to the elevators. He would have to decide soon, on where to go next... - The fleet of aircraft had approached Atlesian air space, and were close to the nightclub. And they had seen a perimeter of police officers outside the front doors, along with what appeared to be an armored jeep.

"Alright," Marisol barked, "here's what we're going to do. My Bullhead will land on the rooftop, and I will head in first. The rest of you are going to land on the nearby buildings, and zipline all the way to the nightclub."

"One of the choppers will keep a lookout for that jeep over there. That chopper will not engage until the jeep fires first."

"We will also set up lookout teams on the surrounding buildings - with RPGs and snipers on each team. Give me a sitrep so that we can hightail it out of here ASAP, comprende?"

The mobsters nodded as they approached the target zone. -- Music:

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