Report to Moderation Form

Report to Moderation Form
Reporting...	Distress Signal As their lanced comrade slumped to the floor, electric adrenaline pulsed through their synchronized network. It was the contribution that every fallen teammate gave to Guts; the rush of sudden expiration without the finality of a proper conclusion. Strength surged and in an instant the battle was over. The hidden rogue was dragged down and back into the room. The only question now was who would land the final blow. Ice and Fire? The two were acting on Gut’s instinctive fear of the other combatants into the room. In tandem the two were protecting the rest of the group with their rifles and sabers. Bomber? The newest of the armors had so far chosen not to act but Guts could feel it. The pandemonium had him salivating. He wanted the pending execution. He wanted this to escalate further. Letting him land the blow would Cutter? The first of the armors already had his blade prepared. A nervous energy was causing him to already drift toward the downed suit. Finishing the rogue off would free them for the other pressing challenges so the sooner the better. But Ann had to do it. She knew that she had to be (and dearly she wanted to be) the one to do this. It was what was expected from one of Baracalow’s Knights, and if she… The doors shut and panic set in. Ann and her four remaining teammates looked around wildly in an attempt to figure out what was going on, but even with five different perspectives, none of them could tell what was waiting for them until the first of the strange armors came forth. It was only after the red one stabbed Calamity that the Rasvehts once again began to act. With their backs to the door, the only way to go was forward. Fire began to shift sideways along the wall while simultaneously Cutter and Ice charged forward with weapons drawn. Ice held his saber out in front him like a lance in an attempt to run the strange foe through while Cutter simply began firing wildly at it without abandon with hope that the decrease in distance would give him a better chance at hitting. Fire, always patient, was preparing to take advantage of the confusion by attacking from the flank with a few well placed shots before Ice got in close to finish things. Ann, in the meanwhile, was going the opposite way that Fire was with her saber and rifle at the ready. She was already getting ready to fire with a few bursts, and in the chaos of her comrades charge, planned to eventually get in close and take the red armor down when its back was turned. As for Bomber, he stood lifelessly by the now shut door; simply observing what was about to happen next…
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