Roda the Red
Nitpicker of swords
ERIC EVENSEN
SCENE:
Cleaning Duty
TIME:
Nighttime, February 19th 2022, Post-Arc 2
LOCATION:
Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Inigo, Eric
CLEANING DUTY
...Well, that certainly was a distraction, alright
By pure reflex, the hostage takers rose his arms at the sight of the incoming crystal shards, a few of them missing, but others stabbing their arms, one spike even managing to lodge itself into one of the takers' side, both of them grunted, looking at their wounds in light panic. The hostages themselves, given their already low position, ducked down even further, safely avoiding the crystal barrage.
"What the? MOTHERFU-" The blonde delinquent raised his gun, aiming towards the Sergeant, but before he was able to pull the trigger, a quick bolt of light hit the man in the hand, causing him to wince in pain and drop his weapon. Eric rushed to the man as the other vandals barely managed to process just what was happening, and delivered a mid-air kick at the man's face, making him fall face up against the floor. With his hands, Eric had been casting a stronger orb of light, however, this one wasn't of an offensive nature.
"Ini, your eyes!" Hoping that was all he needed to say in order to warn his partner, the Detective raised his hands upwards, the orb exploding into a burst of blinding light, bathing the entirety of the club's main room in dazzling radiance. Eric, due to his eyes' remarkable resistance to his own flashbangs, was able to make out the silhouette of the hostage takers. Rushing in, he was able to attack them while they were still occupied by their wounds and flashed eyes. With his energy "sword" he swiped at the criminals, pushing them away, then, as a final effort, he grabbed the confused hostages by the collars of their shirts, and sprinted away towards the entrance.
By pure reflex, the hostage takers rose his arms at the sight of the incoming crystal shards, a few of them missing, but others stabbing their arms, one spike even managing to lodge itself into one of the takers' side, both of them grunted, looking at their wounds in light panic. The hostages themselves, given their already low position, ducked down even further, safely avoiding the crystal barrage.
"What the? MOTHERFU-" The blonde delinquent raised his gun, aiming towards the Sergeant, but before he was able to pull the trigger, a quick bolt of light hit the man in the hand, causing him to wince in pain and drop his weapon. Eric rushed to the man as the other vandals barely managed to process just what was happening, and delivered a mid-air kick at the man's face, making him fall face up against the floor. With his hands, Eric had been casting a stronger orb of light, however, this one wasn't of an offensive nature.
"Ini, your eyes!" Hoping that was all he needed to say in order to warn his partner, the Detective raised his hands upwards, the orb exploding into a burst of blinding light, bathing the entirety of the club's main room in dazzling radiance. Eric, due to his eyes' remarkable resistance to his own flashbangs, was able to make out the silhouette of the hostage takers. Rushing in, he was able to attack them while they were still occupied by their wounds and flashed eyes. With his energy "sword" he swiped at the criminals, pushing them away, then, as a final effort, he grabbed the confused hostages by the collars of their shirts, and sprinted away towards the entrance.
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