Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20170716213441

The man paused, seeming to consider William's words, and they shook him out of his depression.

"Not pills." He said. "Earmuffs.  Lead casing, and they emit their own, counter-signal to cancel out the guy's."

The man rose to his feet. "It gives me an idea actually..." He began a shambling walk out of this room, back towards his workshops.

Duncan's attack worked to extreme affect. Several of the crates exploded, as they were filled with explosives, causing the room to shack and parts of the ceiling to collapse. The resulting sharpnel sliced apart any Hundred-Hands that weren't already killed by the rubble or explosions.

The steel crate took an explosion directly to it's front, was knocked over, and sent sliding across the floor on it's side. The rocking floor knocked Duncan off his feet, shoving him back towards the exhibit hall.

The ceiling collapsed over the hole, part of the wall as well, sealing the Undercity off, and burying any Hundred-Hands unfortunate enough to be in the way.

The room became very still, large splinters of wood and pieces of concrete scattered across the floor.

The steel crate suddenly began to shake violently, as something inside it began to pound at the walls, trying to escape. Dent's appeared in the crates' doors, already rent by the explosion.

Rick was standing in clear view of the Brotherhood Outpost. Spotted  by the sentry, who pointed at him and shouted.

"Intruder, east side!"

Then, the outpost was gone. The street collapsed beneath it, as if a single hole had opened up. There was no sound, at first. Simply one great inhale as the fire from bleow greedily drank in the open air. The following sound was defeaning. A shock wave rolled down the street, nearly sending Rick flying, and glass shattered in windows.

Plumbs of dust rose from the resulting crater, smoke as well, and some bursts of fire from the still burning gas.