Post-Term Paper Burnout Return:
As Brigid opened fire on random civilians, there was first a moment of stillness. One where the unsleeping streets of Funky City were almost normal. Then one car started to swerve, then another. And then anarchy broke out proper. Cars reeling over, and tumbling into one another, like an orgy of metal pounding into yet more metal, with lives lost. And before it all, a spark of metallic footprints on pavement as the pursuer no longer had anything to launch off of to maintain speed. Flickering back into view, the cyborg just sheathed its sword and lept aside.
They were safe from one pursuer. But they still had a job to do... And now that armored car was on the move.
Ayla's armored car surfing adventures:
Ayla would feel a distinct impact across most of her body. Then faintly feel like she'd been dunked in cold water as she impacted a car now moving at speed. But, still, she had been hired on to do this line of work for a reason quite presumably. The sensations would give away to becoming aware of seeing a swarm of mercenaries being stomped upon by a giant loader-bot. And the sudden realization that she had managed to cling to one of the side panels of the armored car.
She was on board. The tiny armored slots of windows made it difficult for anyone to see outside and detect her. If she was going to improvise a heroic rescue, this would be it...
Earnie and Nicky Save the Day:
As Nicky's grenade landed in the back of the pack, a good portion of the now-scattered mercenary soldiers were in turn caught in the ensuing blast of goop. Forced out of cover, the loader-bot started to crush them left and right. But not before those who had gotten out of the way were able to work out that someone other than the machine itself was here. Gunfire rattling off the machine, others turned around to look for the source of the grenade.
Soon, one of the mercenaries pointed out to the catwalk, where the two offending parties were watching the chaos below. Gunfire starting to turn their way. Up where they had no cover. This was not a good position to be in.