Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20151011063526

As the Ibaalins and Fang worked, the leaders of both factions had armed themselves, ready for the inevitable moment in where'd they have to brawl with the hunters team. Given just how quickly they had cut through thier forces, they weren't taking any chances. The Ibaalin was packing a weapon that brough a whole new meaning to the term "chainSAW "; it looked like the bastard lovechild between a modern DShk Heavy Machine Gun and Halo Brute Shot. The Fang went with explosive throwing knives. Lots of them.

As he watched his people work, the Fang checked whatever cameras were still intact inside the Lemuria. The grimm were getting torn apart and the team was about ready to breach into the booby-trapped bridge.

"So, it seems we brought out all our heavy gear for nothing." the boar sneered.

"I wouldn't say that. Consider how fast they tore though our defenses along the way. If we're going to succeed, we need to stop them. On our terms." the Ibaalin tapped several buttons on a very, very, VERY old looking scroll which commanded the remaining nine manticores to begin laser-slicing a hole through the hull for them to enter and deal with this personally.

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"Ok CATSAI, one more scan." Ingraham approached the door and all the AI returned was "Nope." before projecting a hologram of enough explosive to take the entire front end of the ship off.

"So, if they're not in there...that means..." a loud thud interupted Honara's train of thought as the Manticores finished slicing a hole and dropped in until all nine of them were staring down the team, four providing 20mm fire while five charged in for melee.

Ingraham blitzed through, having to tank some fire, but at least he managed to topple one of the charging drones while Honara used a nova to fling a few back before giving them a taste of her blade.

(Well, you wouldn't want an anti-climax boss now wouldya?)