Withdrawal [Bank Heist: Plot-Closed]

As his weapon bounced off, he immediately used the momentum to twist around and attack from the other side, which resulted in the same effect.  Nonetheless, it was keeping his enemy preoccupied, all the while tearing at his gash on his right hip.  It was a great guard though, being able to reflect with more force than applied, which would be truly bad if it was a straight on stab.

After what would be one final strike, the defenses had dropped for a counter attack.  As he saw the gun arm raised, while being spun around from the last blow, Tsuteto immediately went on the counter offensive.  "This is gonna hurt," was the only thought that crossed Tsuteto's mind as he unsheathed the sword, the electric bullet leaving the chamber now.  With the same speed and ferocity of Rush's gun, he stabbed back on his right side, piercing through his coat, aiming straight for between the man's stomach and pelvic bone. Whilst doing this, his left hand, which held the sheath, threw it down towards the bank, aiming for the window of the nearest cop car to signify this location. Letting the blade go from his right hand, so as not to let it be pulled back when the bullet struck, the pain immediately shot through his spine, and therefore his body.

With the trauma of too much damage, Tsuteto's body slumped forward, rolled off to the side, and dropped the two stories with a sickening thud on the building below.  It would have been guaranteed for some of his bones to have broken from that, if his aura hadn't activated automatically as a base shielding from such basic harm.  It was certainly guaranteed that he was unconscious, and not moving for a small while.

((OOC: Yep, that pretty well finishes that.))

Time slowed as his blade came towards my chest. I couldn't activate my jump pack and rocket to safety fast enough. Rolling to my left would risk falling off the building without control, while rolling right would make me land in the middle of the cops. Going forward would mean I stab myself. My peripheral vision notices him throwing his sword's sheathe off the building at the cops. A signal? I had only a few microseconds to do what I had to do.


I fell off the building.


Stopping my lightning bolts, my body angled backwards on the corner like a falling plank, while a blade scratches my mask and cuts off part of my hat's beak. Using my left, I activate the jump pack's boosters, along with the two halves of my sword, slowing my descent. Using my right, I launch my entire hand and a cable to grab the sheathe and pull it back up here, only millimeters from breaking a window. I slowly descend with my back parallel to the roof, but forgot to lift my head up. The back of my head makes contact, causing me the same amount of pain as when I played the "trust me, I'll catch you" game. Only by opening the Tay Súng's bicep and generating a bit of ice and snow with the Dust core helped relieve the pain, but that made my only arm with nerves in it numb. I hate having one hand with no senses, much less two.

The sudden loud thump and a clang happened about six feet behind me, and I look; it's the faunus, along with his sword. I pull on a glove for my left hand and squat-walked over to him, avoiding the eyes of the police and using the shadows to hide as I give him back his sheathe, but take his wallet and sword. Let's see... photo, photo, insurance card, debit and credit card, photo, condom, photo, about a week's salary of Lein... Of all this, only one thing was of use.

I left behind his photos, his insurance card, his condom, and his debit and credit cards inside his wallet. Those were useless to me without a PIN number, and the condom was way too small for me. All his cash was mine. As for his sword, I took it and stabbed both of his upper arms, along with his uninjured lower leg, followed by another electrocution from the Tay Súng. He'll live and heal, but even if he did wake up, he'll be in no condition to fight for weeks, at most.

As I scaled the three story building, I radioed in. "Boost, vigilante down. I'm taking up a new hiding spot. What do you want me to do? Over."


OOC: Visual assists:
Dodging the sword
Slowing the fall

Maximillion took in his surroundings, trying to form a plan of attack. "I'll keep the bacon busy while you guys deal with the safe!" Maximillion shouted into his headset. The sky captain spun up his weapon and turned the corner. As he pulled the trigger at the police, a barrage of ice shards were vomited from the barrels at insane speeds.

Franklin finished filling his third bag of lien and turned to Matt. "Alright...that should be enough, let's get the hell outs here!" He put two bags down and slung one over his back. "Thor Get in here we need to move the bags......Thor?....Thor!. Damnit, where is he..." Franklin poked his head around the doorway to see him on the floor. "God damnit..." He quickly grabbed Devlin and pulled him into the room. "Wake up damnit!" Franklin said, repeatedly hitting Devlin.

After a while, Zangretor was finally able to locate the rest of the robbers. He saw one retrieve the crazed faunus from earlier, while the other stayed hidden. Zangretor launched himself to the wall in between himself and Franklin, pausing for a moment before thrusting his hand through the wall and grabbing at Franklin's neck. "More money, more problems? Am I right?" Zangretor yelled as his hand reached out.

"Oh come on! WE AREN'T EVEN TAKING YOUR MONEY!" Franklin says as he lifts his shoe up next to the arm and next to the wall. He fires three blasts of dust causing the wall to break away.

Zangretor pulls back, dodging the shots before thrusting himself through the new hole in the wall. "I waited in the stupid queue for about 2 hours. Do you know how much I hate waiting for stuff? And now, I'm probably NEVER gonna get to withdraw any of the hundreds of thousands of lien I had from back home. So now, it's my problem. And when I have problems, I generally prefer killing them!" Zangretor strikes out, clawing towards Franklin's face in a flurry of strikes.

The devise on Devlin's collar whirred madly, light smoke began to emerge from where the prongs made contact with his skin. Devlin shook like a leaf all over, but was still unconscious. He groaned under his mask as he was pulled away.

Maximillian starts slowly backing up to the rest of his team, keeping the cops busy. He looks back at zangretor and scowls. If he were to attack the man, the cops would be able to get up and fire, but he wanted so badly to slam a mace into the back of this guys face.

With an almost animal look on his face, Zangretor pounced forward once more, this time making furious, clawing strikes. Though most of them were aimed at Franklin, he made a point of striking towards what must have been one of the loot bags as well. Largely ignoring the gun pointed towards him, Zangretor was much more susceptible to attacks during this animalistic frenzy.

Gunshots still rung as Tsuteto's consciousness slightly came to, starting to soak in a blur of sounds and sight.  With a small cough, blood spilled out, mixing with the blood already slightly pooling on the floor.  Memories of events just prior to blacking out recalled, Tsuteto laid motionless for a moment, observing  his immediate vision.  With no sign of the capped man, he rolled his head to the other side, seeing nothing as well.  He was possibly around still, with the gunfire going on, and he would have to bank on that.  It was a miracle he was left alive.

In rolling over, excruciating pain shot through his whole body.  It was only then he noticed the after damage of not only the stab wounds, but also the impact of the fall, causing some very possible internal bleeding.  He didn't care about his stuff strewn carelessly about, only about trying to provide another warning to the cops, who had yet to start swarming this area.  "Graaahhhh!" came a soft yell as he attempted to move his arm, only to find it dead. With the loss of his arms, there wasn't a whole lot he could do. Rolling over to the ledge might be possible, but given his condition, it'd have to be just barely over for maybe a limb to hang down on. Given the dead weight, and the possible distance, it was also equally to roll right off, and therefore probably die from a second two story impact.

With no other options, he decided to make use of his current consciousness. "I'm not very fond of such a predicament as this you know," he called out, his voice not being yelling, but at least louder than standard speaking.

"It involves ziplining. I don't know if you got cables in your gauntlets like some people do, but I'm gonna launch my cable across the street. Everyone's focused on the bank, and it's getting dark, so they won't look up." I rappelled down to the 2 story, gave the Faunus another bolt of lightning to shut him up, and climbed to a balcony on the second floor of the 4-story building. Luckily, no one was on the floor at this time. Guess they were trying to get home when we started the heist. "Now, where are you, Wolf? I'm about to launch my cable."

OOC: Location: Side of 4-story next to the alley.

With that shot, the electricity surged through Tsuteto's body, causing him to finally truly yet out in pain. A blood curdling scream filling the air, Tsuteto started to breathe a bit more heavily from the taxation on his body. On the plus side, that attack seemed to cauterize the wounds slightly, slowing the bleeding down a bit. "It'll take more than that you pansy!" He yelled out again, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Zangretor was flung back by Franklin's kick, forcing him to stop his assault. "Pshh, you think I'll stop after all this? The cops are gonna be hunting us both down for years after this. I didn't even do anything! So to make this all worth it, I'm gonna balance things out with a good long fight!" Zangretor caught his breath before tightening the sash on his waist. "See, I don't really care if you think you have to be somewhere. All I know is that you're the closest living thing to me and you're not a cop. That essentially means you're in a very bad position. Especially considering that you don't have a lot of spare time." Now fully calmed, Zangretor slid back in for another attack, this time aiming the points of his fingers across Franklin's left leg in an attempt to paralyze it with hits on pressure points.

Devlin, semi-conscious could only respond to Matthias's slaps with halfhearted groans. It was only when the device on his collar began whirring madly in fury, burning the back of his neck with startling amounts of electricity, that he reacted and returned to the world. Devlin knew little of pain, until now that is. He wakes up, confused and screaming in pain.
"STOP IT! STOP!"
Devlin squirmed madly, clawing at his collar with his fingernails, making a serious amount of noise. Small clouds of burnt flesh emanated from where the prongs made contact with his cooking skin.