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A rush of Schadenfreude had a smirk tug at Roche's lips when their sprint into conflict was curtailed by an ambush that as inaccurate as it was obnoxious. A hailstorm of high caliber rounds pinged off the metalwork around them and Roche was quick to dive forward and roll into cover, her shoulder roughly crashing against it and sticking close to minimize her profile. Casting her eyes around she was quick to notice Kanna doing the same, while Ryuko took to cover with significantly less...poise   

[color=orange]"And there goes Lemon Soda. He's going...going....and safe. Must have the devil's luck about him."[/color] She opined before ducking back behind cover as bullets pinged off rusted metal with renewed vigor. Roche shook her head to clear the faint ringing, only to realize that was actually Gudako's screams for help, bastardization of Roche's handle included. [color=orange]"You know damn well it's not Roach."[/color]

Regardless of the appropriate time for chewing out her friends stubborn habits of annoyance this really was a situation well suited for her particular weapon. From the shores of Normandy to the jungles of Vietnam, there were few incentives as effective as a horrible burning death via jellied fuel to get an enemy to flee their fortifications straight into gunfire.

[color=orange]"Alright, the shooting is about to stop in five seconds. Get ready for a shooting gallery."[/color] Roche shouted over the gunfire before judging the attack and making a break for the next closest piece. In truth she didn't care for the position but the movement itself made her a slightly harder target without affecting her own ability to attack. The advantage of a one handed weapon shown as her gauntlet aimed just overhead of the machine gun nest. Clenching her fist triggered a pressure plate which unleashed a torrent of flame upon the crane. Having very little time to saturate the area she slashed her arm diagonally upwards before releasing the trigger and barreling into safety, covering the crane from the base upwards in raging fire.

[color=orange]"That's your cue to start shooting everyone."[/color]