Post by Vio on Oct 30, 2022 5:31:57 GMT -5
Zasha #8 — Augustus #8
“The guy who will kick your a$$,” announced the writer, his eyes focused upon Mon Roy, who maintained eye contact all the while—not a sign of retreat from the man’s conviction. “Me and this weirdo will keep them busy,” he finalised, sparking a moment of reconsideration on Augustus’ part. Indeed, the armoured anomaly actually did a double take, face taking on a look of equal surprise and irritation as he realised what was being implied.
“Hey! Don’t wrap me up in this!” he barked. “I know I look damn impressive, but I’m running on empty here!” Water. He needed water. And, until he could get a sufficient volume of that all important liquid fastened to his back, the various systems that the Polestar Marines had been unable to strip apart were little more than an encumbrance. It was taking much of his strength just to lumber around, yet this man expected him to mount a defence. “And, in case you’re forgetting,” he added, raising his manacled arms, “I’m still f*¢<ing chained up!”
“Tch… Hold still,” Zasha grumbled, grabbing the chains that kept Mister Savoie’s wrists bound and forcefully pulling them towards her, shoving a secondary key into the lock of one of the manacles and twisting it until it clicked. The cuff fell away, a process repeated for the second limb before she focused onyx eyes upon Lin and tossed the keys her way. “You are faster than I am,” she announced, picking up her sword and focusing her attention now fully upon the encroaching threat.
“A valiant effort—that I will admit,” Mon Roy continued as he slowly walked forwards, gracefully unsheathing his estoc whose steel glimmered softly in the low ambience of the night. “I will give you a chance, however, to rethink your positions. Drop your weapons, for those of you able, and I shall lessen the consequences of your actions until now,” he declared, giving openly the fact that he had no intention of letting them all walk away without issue. Those eyes of his seemed to pierce theirs—Jan’s, Augustus’, Zasha’s, avoiding Lin’s only because her back was to him but drilling into the back of her head all the same.
Zasha shifted.“Well, there’s you answer,” Mister Savoie chirped:
“I’ll be taking my leave for now, Man Boy…!”
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp… Heavy steps took their toll upon the red-headed rebel’s stamina as he took the moment of tension as a sign; his getaway was far from fleet or elegant, but by this point he didn’t care. His priority was escaping, at least far enough to give himself an advantage he could potentially work with, though he hadn’t exactly taken the opportunity to let anyone else know that. It was infuriating, but right now he needed to control that temperament. Mon Roy exhaled.“Sir,” Anthony spoke:
“Should I…?”
“No, let him be,” the seasoned swordsman said with a subtle shake of his head. “The streets now are crawling with patrol units. Savoie won’t get far, even if he at least tries to be stealthy.” The Captain by now had fallen into some sort of combative stance, light on his feet with blade raised as a fencer about to partake in a duel, yet his visage displayed little more than a calm yet focused expression as he eyed his adversaries. He focused on Zasha for a moment. “I do believe you were taken into custody recently, miss, due to an altercation with a Mister Campbell—a local lawyer with whom you had a disagreement of opinion? Quite brazen of you to escalate your crimes so soon, if at all,” he commented, a little callous with his words.“Campbell?” she quizzed:
“…The Devil’s Advocate…”
“It seems I can’t sway any of you to accept defeat and be reasonable,” Mon Roy murmured. “En garde! Prêts? Allez!” The man’s movements were swift, uncannily so, and his broad stride—a single bound—launched him into the reach of Miss Chalkydri as he thrust forwards with his blade. Simultaneously, though nowhere near as swiftly, the Chief Petty Officer that had been standing at the ready all this time bolted forwards as well, sabre twisting in his grasp to deliver an intercepting strike against Mister Raskrie. Other Marines filtered in, ready to assail and recapture Wu and his men, assuming Lin had been successful or not in making her way through the shackles…{Post Synopsis:—}
As Augustus makes a break for it, Zasha is challenged by Mon Roy, while Anthony engages Peter once again!
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Chalkydri Zasha | #98817b
Savoie Augustus | #ff3800
Peter Raskrie (Jan) | #7851a9
Captain Mon Roy [NPC] | #6fb4eb
CPO Anthony [NPC] | #efefef
Wu [NPC] | #8a0303
Jacob [NPC] | #b06500
Miscellaneous [NPC] | #dddddd | #aaaaaa | #777777 | #444444