Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5543592-20170331030537

"Don't have time for this." The knight muttered spinning Deaphanie around, pulling a ziptie from a pouch at his waist, and hurrying to snap it onto her wrists. Morty clung to Deaphanie's jacket, claws digging in to the hard leather, when her arms were pulled away. She looked back at the knight with wide, curious eyes.

"Sit down and don't move." He order her, before rushing off to aid his comrades.

Ward slid into position in the knick of time. He had accidently pulled the Knight's helmet free, which left the man partially unarmored and made Ward's punch all the more effective.

The Knight had been following Ward's movement, minigun roared to life. The bullets rained against the unconscious Knight Michael's armor, ricchoting and bouncing off the plates, a defeaning cachophony in Ward's ears. He and the minigunner were only give or take ten feet apart, and he could hear the Knight cursing as the gunner let go of the trigger, not wanting to shoot his unhelmeted comrade. The hail of bullets slowly died down.