Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort [s]Working on Borrowed Willpower[/s]

"Frankly, Diamond, I have no idea what's going on." Following his team mate over to their leader's tank, Oswald was rallied by the girl's impassioned speech. Despite having already lost most of one truck, they could still do something about the other two. At the moment, they were too far for Oswald to teleport to them, but he could close the distance. 

"I agree with Diamond. Whatever we can do, we're going to do. We fucked up. Let's salvage what we can, at the very least." Climbing onto the hull of the [i]Unsubtle[/i], Oswald aimed his sword forward, loading a blue dust crystal into the hilt of his blade. "This ain't gonna be much, but it's something." Pressing the hidden trigger, Oswald's sword focused a blue beam of light before firing it directly into the flames, dousing the relatively small area it hit and leaving a frozen tundra in its wake. Even the air along the path of the beam started to freeze, but after five or six seconds, the beam stopped abruptly. 

"And there goes a full dust crystal. I really need to work on this thing's efficiency."


[h1]Team RPGD Protest Mission- FINALE[/h1]

"Geez, be a little gentle there, will ya?" Daniel complained as he was dragged off. After getting bandaged up and given a little pep talk, Daniel slowly got back up to his feet. "Don't need to tell me twice," Daniel said, increasing the power on his Semblance. The flames grew on his arms and spread to his legs. His hair turned blonde, like it usually did when he used his Semblance, and he grinned. "Payback time," Daniel said, dashing towards the door at an inhuman speed, smashing through the door and pointing his sword downward, sending another torrent of flame down at the White Fang that had been lying in wait for another ambush. Whether or not it hurt them was irrelevant, but flames did serve to blind them, forcing them to see nothing but flames. Daniel then moved his sword to the side and swung at them, hopefully with enough force to break a few bones. 


Screaming as a torrent of flame blasted down the staircase, the White Fang rifle team was hopeless to do anything but flail their limbs wildly, blinded by the flames and attacked by the trainee Huntsman. The rifleman was sent flying backwards, the communicator smashed into the wall, and the spotter fell to the ground, his vision filled with afterimages of the fire, effectively rendering him blind.

The rifle team on the North side was faring much better, having zeroed in on Greyson after all the commotion. Carefully lining up his shot as the rampaging boy took a swipe at one of their allies, the marksman squeezed the trigger, sending a dust-laced round right at Greyson's chest.

Meanwhile, Banesaw took quick step towards Robert before he rolled behind him, catching the kick to the back of his knee and stumbling slightly, but quickly righting himself. "Not too bad, but you're frankly not up to snuff to leave more than a mark." As he finished his sentence, the massive terrorist took a low swing with his chainsaw at Robert, sparks flying where it made contact with the ground.


"Heh, easy as pie," Daniel said after defeating the cannon fodder, then stabbed his sword into the floor to keep himself from falling over. The flames on his body died out, and his hair turned back to normal. He was now panting a bit more heavily, and the makeshift bandages on his shoulder were becoming stained with blood. "I'm all right," Daniel reassured Priscilla. "Just go do some shooting from the roof. I'll, ow, stay here." 


Greyson was going through his rampage dealing massive blows against the White Fang, but all that soon came to halt when Greyson felt the impact of something going through his chest, bringing him down. He looked down to see a bullet wound through his chest with fire around the hole Greyson coughed up blood clutching his chest. "I'm hit" Greyson muttered into his radio, weakly getting upfrom the ground. Now because of said hit, Greyson was barely fending off the White Fang that threatened to overwhelm him with the weakened condition he was in.


"Yipe!" Robert yelled as he jumped backward, just barely dodging away from Banesaw's attack. "Alright, that saw's getting really annoying," he shouted back as he ran towards his opponent. Robert had his bracers transform to blade mode and swiped at the White Fang lieutenant's arm, hoping that it would cause him to drop the weapon. The red haired teen jumped back again now, getting space between him and his opponent. Before he could see if his attack had ben successful though, he heard Greyson shout behind him. Forgetting almost everything Ms. Goodwitch taught him, Robert turned his back on his opponent to see if Greyson was okay, leaving the huntsman-in-training completely open to attack.


Priscilla rolled her eyes towards Daniel seeing the cannon fodder being defeated. As she grabbed her sniper weapon and walked closely to the roof, shooting a bit of the White Fang who got closer to Robert and Greyson. As soon as she heard Greyson saying that he was hit, her eyes widened, and she got extremely worried now because Gryeson was her first friend and basically her best-friend in the team. "Greyson! Are you alright?! Please be alright. Where are you? Robbie, go get him now." she said, continuing to shoot from the roof. 


Banesaw simply deflected the attack with his armored armguards, almost laughing at his enemy. They were making a valiant effort, but between him and the remaining Fang, they hardly stood a chance. When Robert turned around, he almost felt a bit of guilt for what he was about to do. Almost.

He stepped forward and grabbed Robert's throat from behind, lifting him several inches in the air. "This, brothers and sisters of the White Fang, is why you never turn your back on your opponent." Tossing Robert up like a baseball, Banesaw took a massive swipe with his saw.


Greyson was panting hard, clutching his chest, and he heard Priscilla and Robert worry. He smiled a little, but Greyson felt like he was going to collapse soon if he didn't try to end this soon. Still, he felt he needed to say something to Priscilla, just in case. "Priscilla, in case something happens to me, you should know," Greyson paused, panting as he got weaker, but he had to press on. "I pretty much... fell in love with you... from the get go. Sorry I waited... till now... to tell you." Greyson said, laughing weakly, then he took a deep breath and turned towards Banesaw, who was holding his friend above his head like a baseball. If nothing else, Greyson would take him down at least.


Greyson then jumped on his sword and used the buckshot to propel himself towards Banesaw. When he got close enough, Greyson slashed at both of Banesaw's arms, forcing him to drop Robert. Then before he could start using his Semblance, Greyson switched his rounds to the white phosphorus and shot one at point blank range. As before, it caused Banesaw to catch on fire. That way, even if he did regenerate, Greyson figured it had to have severly weakened him, especially at point blank range. Then Greyson dropped to his knees, barly able to keep his eyes open at this point, the blood dripping heavily from his wound  onto  the floor.


Daniel heard Greyson's confession on the radio and couldn't pass up making a witty response. "Well, another guy that wants to get into your pants, huh Priscilla? Ha ha ha- agh, hurts to laugh." He didn't care that his wound throbbed, though. He got a joke out, and that was what mattered right now. 


Just before his chainsaw hit Robert, Banesaw was interrupted by Greyson's attacks. Grunting, he dropped Robert as the white phosphorous rounds crashed against his Aura, pushing him back a foot or so and scorching a hole into his outfit. Watching his allies being taken down by Priscilla, he raised his radio. "Rifle teams, ignore the kids down here. They have a sniper somewhere. I need you to find him."

Content that he wasn't about to have his head taken off by a sniper round, Banesaw walked forward to Greyson and shook his head, lifting his chainsaw to finish the youth off.


"Wait, what did you say, Greyson?" Robert asked before suddenly feeling Banesaw's hand around his neck. "Gah," said the redhead teen as he felt his feet leaving the ground. He tried to squirm out of the brute's grip to no avail. As Robert was thrown into the air, he went into shock. Time seemed to slow down as the chainsaw made its way towards him. His eyes went wide and his mouth hung slightly open as his doom approached him. Until Greyson intervened. 


Robert landed on the concrete, his back feeling like it would have some lovely bruises later. He looked up from the ground to see Banesaw making his way to the injured Greyson. Adrenaline suddenly kicking in, Robert leaped off the ground and sprinted toward the White Fang lieutenant. "Get away from my team!" he shouted before leaping onto the brute's back and latching on with the blades of his bracers.


Priscilla was still looking down the ground trying to find her friend Greyson and her boyfriend. But suddenly she heard Greyson speaking out the truth about him falling in love with her, her face blushed from embarrasment not knowing what to say or do because her heart was to Robert. Greyson was such an amazing friend and, not going to lie, he was cute, but he wasn't the type for her. Robert was. As soon as she was about to speak, she spotted Banesaw. "I got him...." Priscilla said angrily as she reloaded and shot a bullet straight at Banesaw. She was like Hawkeye from Marvel, seriously, she never misses!


Banesaw grunted in anger as he felt Robert grab onto his back, reaching backwards to get a hold of the attacker. As he got a grip on his attacker, he felt a heavy bullet hit him directly in the chest, staggering him. "Dammit, you kids are more than I expected." Between Greyson's efforts and Priscilla's sniping, his forces had mostly been routed, his Aura had been wounded, and the White Fang was going to need to do some serious recruiting.

For now, all he could do was wipe out the kids who had done this. Again, he reached back to throw Robert off of his body, dissatisfaction evident on his face.


Greyson was panting heavily at this point and was having a hard time keeping his strength up. He was really annoyed with Banesaw still standing, but that goes to show how tough the guy was. Greyson couldn't take much more, so he switched his rounds to an ice dust round, knowing fire had little effect. After loading his shotgun, Greyson waited until Banesaw turned toward him before he gave him one more shot in the chest. However, this was all Greyson had left in him. As a result, he collasped on the ground, too weak to move or stay awake anymore. 


Pushed back even more by Greyson's attack, Banesaw lost his balance and fell to his knees, his chest and shoulder encased by chunks of ice. Breathing slowly, he dropped his chainsaw and punched at the ice with his now-freed arm, cracking some of it, but failing to totally free himself.


As the ice began to cover Banesaw, Robert jumped off to see the White Fang lieutenant's chest and shoulders get completely covered. While Banesaw was preoccupied with the ice, Robert walked away a few feet and picked up a rifle that one of the White Fang had been using and seemed to have dropped. The red haired teen then walked back toward his opponent and stood in front of him with the rifle raised behind him. "Lights out, Mister... I don't think I ever got your name. Oh well, you can tell the police once you're in custody," he said before swinging the rifle like a baseball bat at Banesaw's head.


Preoccupied with the ice encasing his body, Banesaw only managed to look up as a rifle crashed into his head, making him drop to the ground. He wasn't unconscious, but his head felt like somebody had detonated a grenade inside of it. Moving his free hand to his waist, he activated the distress call on his radio, signalling a Bullhead to pick him up. He would have to leave most of his troops behind, but they'd known the odds when they signed up.


As Banesaw fell from the strike, Robert turned his back on what he believed to be a knocked out foe. "Alright, I think that's the last of them. Good job, team. Let's head on home," he said as he approached the unconcious Greyson. Grabbing his teammate's arm, he pulled Greyson off the ground. Robert used his own body as a crutch to help Greyson move. "Man you're heavier than you look." He waited a bit before finally bringing up what had been bothering for the past few minutes. "When you wake up, I think we should talk about that thing you said to Priscilla. I don't want any hard feeling or bad blood between us." The sound of an approaching Bullhead made Robert do a quick 180 degree turn. "No, no, no! We can't let him get away!" he shouted, almost deciding to drop Greyson so he could give chase.


As the Bullhead arrived, the side door opened and a rope ladder flew out, clanging to the ground a few feet from Banesaw, as a pair of ropes slid to the ground alongside it, a pair of White Fang grunts sliding down each rope, rifles at the ready. The Bullhead's main gun began to spin, and a voice came over the gunship's loudspeakers. "We are taking our troops and leaving. Interfere at the cost of your life. All ambulatory soldiers are to hook up and evac. You have thirty seconds."

As the few White Fang members who could still walk stumbled towards the ropes, Banesaw grabbed the rope ladder as it started ascending into the Bullhead, bringing the rappelling ropes and the wounded White Fang troops along with it. "We thank you for your cooperation. Just remember, when you try to sleep at night, that you failed. Again. The White Fang will not be stopped."


Robert looked on in dismay. He could deal with failure, but losing to the White Fang was different. He contemplated the risks of going against any intelligent though and following after them, and if not for his injured teammates, he probably would have done so. One thing was for sure, Robert was not happy with this outcome.


"Can't believe this is happening to me right now..." she said sighing before turning around to walk towards Daniel, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they went down the stairs and back into the ground where the others were. "Alright, Danny. You are going to have to.. stay put or something.. while I go save Greyson..? Can you do that? Yes you can, you are a big man." Priscilla nodded to herself, patting his head before turning around to aid Greyson, the one who was knocked out. As she got there, she had to aid him, since he was knocked out, there was no one else around, and he could possibly get more hurt. "I gotchu, Greyson..." Priscilla nodded, looking around hoping to see no baddies, reloading her gun just in case.


"Well, if it isn't Ms. Popular," Daniel jokingly said as Priscilla came downstairs to help. Her face said it all about what she felt about his comment. His response to that was to give a wide grin. After reaching the ground floor and being left alone, Daniel yelled at her being before she disappeared from sight, "Sure, don't mind me! I'm sure [i]Greyson[/i] will enjoy your company!" His tone made it evident as to what he was implying. With nothing left to do, he sat down against a wall and waited for someone to come by and pick him up. After all, they wouldn't leave him. Probably. 


Luckily for Daniel, the police were working to secure the area while they arrested the various White Fang remaining, and an officer came across the bleeding boy and ran up to him. "Hey, you're one of the Beacon kids, right? Lemme get you a medic!" Reaching to the radio on his belt, the officer gave their location and looked down at Daniel. "Thanks for the help. Bastards think they can just come in and kill people, huh? You guys sure showed 'em, though."