Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140619192348/@comment-5290299-20140817013028

Feral retained a steady gaze, even as the ice charged at him. Grabbing the hilt of the sword, the male easily smashed through the ice arrows.

'Come in, Captain.'

"What is it?" The male whispered.

'We have the weapons, all cargo except treasure located and retrieved. Also, HQ wants your team to return. Stigma is there.'

Feral's eyes narrowed. If the assassin was here, then there was no reason to remain.

His eyes glared at the two VIP's.

"You got lucky..." Reaching into his shirt, the faunus pulled out a small pellet. Slamming it onto the ground, the item exploded, covering the halls in smoke.

Liadan coughed under the effects of the smoke.

"Dammit...Inari, hold your breathe and keep yourself warm!!!" Liadan activated the staff function of her weapon. Closing her eyes, the temperature began to drop exponentially within the car. The smoke dispersed under the effects of the changing temperature.

The hall which was turned to ice from within held only the two dust users. Snow began to fall, leaving Liadan to click her tongue against her teeth.

"Gone..."

The train jerked, causing Liadan to fall to her behind.

"Why?! What?"

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Blood and Feral stared down the huntsmen within the car they were assigned too. A silent ringing in their ears alerted them to the communicators.

"We are leaving. Evacuate."

Feral's voice was a clear order. Blood sighed heavily, leaving Heaven to narrow her eyes. Blood pulled out a smoke pellet and threw it out on the ground. using that as a distraction, the two escaped the car into the intersection of the cargo and passenger cars.

The train was no longer gong as fast as it should have. The rate it was going was similar to a normal train, and thus an easier way of getting off.

Feral was there, and staring at an aircraft. With a nod, he jumped from the train. The train blew past him just as Blood and Heaven jumped off. The aircraft easily caught the three members of Dystopia.

Reaching to his scroll, the young leader of the raid spoke,

"Train is secured of all personal. Its your turn Stigma."

Feral watched as the train left his field of vision, knowing that anyone and anything caught there would be killed.

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Krishna nodded his head, placing the scroll on the ground. Within seconds it was crushed beneath his foot.

"Now...where is the weapon..."