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"Ok, this is getting downright retarded." Joseph commented as things exploded in the distance, "We are officaly not getting anything done by being mired in this district. Especially when Frostschild just became the explosion capital of the world."

"One robot does not a city disappeared make." He then once again went to his wrist, "Need some info here Allen. You a'right?"

Allen heard Joe over the phone, and in response to both Jackknife and Joseph, he said this.

"I've got some shrapnel in my wings, and I've got someone else here with shrapnel in his back. I also have Athan, who seems to be alright but is knocked out, if you think we should take him with us. but after the explosions, I'm thinking you should work on getting us out of here. I want time to rest before more stuff blows up."

And in that vein he would walk back over and start dragging Athan along with him back towards the group, hoping Jackknife would follow, and that someone would be showing up to help with the injuries, or at least to help carry the heavy guy Allen was struggling some with.

"Seconded."

Lah was about ready to get out of dodge. Fighting with other people in any case was alright, he could do something. Fighting big robots that shot rockets? Not so much.

As soon as the caravan of 'get the hell away' got started, Lah'd follow them.

"What the rath do they got up there, a Throne-damned tank!?" Ebris roared, barely heard over the noise of the missiles impacting and exploding violently above. Dust and bits of asphalt and concrete filtered down noisily from the arched sewer ceiling above, which caused Ebris to hack a slight tad when he inhaled some of it. He cursed those damned lungs and the damned fumes in the damned mine he was forced to work a quarter of his life in.

After the big booms stopped, Ebris kinda got a similar mindset going with Spooky; pocketing the lighter, he began to storm his way to the ladder, past Shouyin, and began to make his way up the ladder. He was pretty pissed now.

"Ain't no one's gonna get away with lobbin' all that grod around with us nearby-" the bounty scum growled, yanking himself up the ladder one-handed with his right Carnosaur in hand.

With all this commotion, there was a good chance that some of their objectives were nearby. Ebris would make sure to thank the dead bodies for making it that damn rathin' easy.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

The dust of the explosions settles, the good thing about RPGs is even though there were five of them it didn't last too long.

THUMP. THUMP. TEAR.

And the hatch blows open. One figure, first... Then a second.... Then a third. Each one had the skeletal appearance reseambalance of a decayed human corpse. Though it quickly became apparent that they were not zombies, but rather they were made of a metallic material. Looked simple and rough, likey iron or something simple like that.

And they climbed out of the hatch.

Explosions. Lots of them.

Colin had heard the ******** happening from way back, and the louder it got the less he needed to be quiet. Practically sprinting, he'd finally reach the district when, OHSHIT!

Three trails of smoke lifting into the air.

He didn't know how big or bad these rockets were, but hiding would be the best bet. Ducking into the nearest warehouse, he'd find a metal crate, the clasps on its lid open. Flipping the iron thing open, Colin would leap over the edge, gun in hand, and slam the lid behind him.

In pitch darkness he'd wait.

One boom. Two boom. Three boom. the ground vibrated beneath him, causing the crate and everything in it to shake. While inside of this MacGuyver dryer, Colin would bump against something small, something cylinder, something with a ring on it.

Gripping it, he'd wait for the shaking to stop before flipping open the lid.

All was quiet on the Norther front. that was, until the palace dome went to s**t. He didn't see the fireworks, but it wasn't that hard to miss hearing.

Looking in the direction of that fourth burst, Colin would tense. He'd never been in a situation with this much fire.

Well, he'd lost his virginity to ******** now.

Climbing out of the tin, he'd look down at the cylinder in his hand.

A stun grenade. How'd he know? On the side it said [STUN GRENADE]

It was just begging to be thrown.

Stuffing the thing into a side pocket of his pack, Colin would leave the warehouse, switching his gun fro single fire to three-round bursts. Holding it at the ready, he'd head off towards the direction of smoke and rubbledust.

Hopefully the rest of his group was already there.

The second explosion had been a mild surprise but left her more in annoying wonderance what the hell was going on above their heads presently. Ryke grimaced as debris fell and kicked up dust and the like, swatting and waving her hand to clear the air around her eyes and nose.

Once the commotion finally died down, she was somewhat relieved, though still ticked. The sign it was clear came from her cohorts, seeing Ebris rise and shove past Shouyin to clamber up the sewer ladder she followed suit. She climbed to her feet, slinging the specter by it's shoulder strap to rest across her chest and sprinted for the ladder behind Shouyin now, not bothering to ask questions about their next move. She didn't need to. Watching the bounty brute tote his pistols around was enough to let her know someone was going to get a bullet in their skull very soon.

"Athan, forget fighting, we need to get out and regroup. I know you like charging in head first, but the explosion will be grabbing the wrong kind of attention if people are around like you and we were. Like the kind of attention a bullet gives you. We can come back to check it out again after we regroup."

Hopefully Athan would take the hint and start moving, rather than face the robotic figures. They could always hunt those down later if they needed to, but for now, Allen wanted medical attention if possible. He'd be starting to move again, hoping Athan would follow.