Who: Pillowriders and Group B
What: Time to swoop in and save the dudes and damsels in distress! It can be as quick as you like (grab and *poof*), or there can be COMPLICATIONS, like monsters interfering, or victims being opposed with cages/restraints/etc.
Where: Dark City
When: September 15th - Noon
Warnings: YMMV
Notes: Action and prose are both
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And another for Wing taking charge. Again. One day he'd slap out his resume next to Wing's and settle who should be giving orders in combat. But he got the message. Loud and clear: he threw himself back here to fight alongside Wing and he was being sent inside. It would make sense to send the small, unarmored human into the Medbay, and leave Drift, fully armed, fresh to fight, outside. Nope. He was being sent inside. Sent away. Not good enough.
"Don't know why I thought it'd be different," he muttered. He sheathed his swords, spinning sharply on one heel toward the door. A bear lunged at him, and he caught it, almost on reflex, hand closing over the muzzle, and slammed its skull back against the wall beside the Medbay door.
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Wing was sending Drift in to take care of Alice. The Autobot would have to be satisfied with that.
He turns his attention back to the battle around him, trampling bears underfoot and tearing into Insecticons with his blades.
((OOC: We can assume that Lelouch and Suzaku swing by at some point to pick up whoever wants to go and that Alice is not inside the Medbay? y/n/waffles?))
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Six ignored the exchange, simply focusing on each target as it came into range. He'd pull back when it was necessary and no sooner.
Instead, he continued to fight bare-handed, holding back on using the sword as much as possible. He wasn't going to risk accidentally Bending the sword for even a brief second.
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Drift spares one last look back at them, as the bear whose skull he's crushed against the wall slides in a long, red smear, down the front of the building.
The door opened, finally, and Drift stepped in, the hallway too narrow for him to draw his swords and fight. He--Deadlock--would recognize a fatal funnel when he saw it. Swords were useless here.
He was useless here.
"Everyone. Move. Now." The words doubtless echo over his shoulder as he steps inside.
((ooc: out of thread))
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