Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7242608-20140531005324/@comment-8992692-20140608230740

Jess and Knightmare continue to duke it out, each other not giving the other a break. She punches him in the stomach, the kicks her legs out. They are both exhausted and bloody but still have fight left in them. Out of the corner of his eye, Knightmare sees Karl

Knightmare “Not on my watch” He quickly grabs Karl’s cutlass and throws it away, and then head butts him. Stumbling backwards, Karl regains his senses only to be rushed by Knightmare. Jess, using the moment to her advantage, runs up behind Knightmare and garbs his throat, pulling him back.

Jess “You’re not going anywhere buddy.” He elbows her in the gut but she doesn’t let go. In one clean move, she busts his neck, paralyzing him from the neck down. He drops to the floor, unable to move, gasping for air. His eyes close as his body shuts down. Karl walks over and grabs blue.

Karl “Thank you Jess, for everything.”

Jess “No... problem...” Blood runs down her face, her black armor is stained red.

Karl “Blue, are you alright?”

Blue “Yes master, I’m ready for operations again.”

Karl “Are you sure?”

Blue “Yes Sir.”

Karl “Okay then.” He hands Blue to Jess “Hold on to her until we reach a safe place.”

Jess “You’ve got it, now let’s get out of here.”

Ultra Force and DMR stand back to back, awaiting an attack.

DMR “So how long have you been fighting for the Chat?”

UF “Actually, I never been outside of training before.”

DMR “You’re shitting me right?”

UF “Um... no.”

DMR “Great.” DMR looks up and sees more guards start coming up. “Contact, three floors above us!!” DMR opens fire but is immediately forced to get behind cover. “Ultra, can you rush them if I cover you?”

UF “I can try.”

DMR “Good enough, now mo....” Then T3CH appears and fires his pistol at the two. DMR and UF are both hit, but DMR is able to better absorb the round and fires back. T3CH evades the fire but is forced into cover. “Come on you son of A BITCH!!!!” DMR fires as he runs at T3CH, not letting him fire back. He turns the corner only to be meant with a pistol whip and then a swift leg kick. Hitting the ground, DMR fires one last shot, hitting T3CH in the throat, knocking the wind out of him. UF, doing as he was told, rushes the troops, using his swords to block the fire.