AKEL & CORDELL
"Rope? Probably not -- 'sides, I've got a better idea." Taking off her backpack, Cordell produced a small dagger from her boot and deftly cut loose one of the shoulder straps, taking a moment to hold up the rugged length of reinforced fabric and testing its strength. Yes, it'd do for now. Leaving the backpack where it was, she strode over with her cutlass held ready. " 'Course, a sneaky rat like you probably has a few things tucked away, aye? We'll have t' deal with that, an' I've no time nor intent t' ruffle through yer jimmies, so..."
"Wait, wait! What are you going to--"
Cordell gestured to her ears, then pointed to Akel's headwear. "Gonna want to step back for this bit." Keeping her pistol levelled at Quisling, the pirate took Akel's position the traitor in their midst. A faint electric hum pulsed as the electromagnet in the cutlass switched on. With Akel holding Quisling in place it was just a matter of holding the energized blade close enough and finding the right spots, resulting in over a dozen small knives and throwing blades, along with an assortment of small spy electronics and spare parts for the holo-drone, literally ripping right through the traitor's clothes. Convinced she'd extracted everything metal (shy of his belt buckle), the pirate bound the infiltrator's hands behind his back in a complicated-looking knot. Quisling was now officially out of the fight.
"We'll figure out what t' do with this bilge rat later. Damn good work, by th' by." Cordell flashed a smile and thumbs up to Akel, gathering up her things and the odds & ends from Quisling. The captain was still looking a bit green around the gills from being poisoned earlier, though most of the color had come back into her face now. She turned her gaze towards the Howling Storm and the cave entrance, just in time to see Solar shoot like a comet at one of the approaching Bullheads...
SOLAR, INFRARED, RUST
Fallon recovered from the force of Solar's surprise strike just in time to see the teeth of Onyx Ripper coming right for him. For a brief moment terror was writ large over the Fang lieutenant's face, knowing only too well what was likely to happen in mere moments. Twisting mid-air, he managed to bring up his own weapon to block, but barely -- his Aura flared as the whirring spikes crashed against his blade, but the outcome wasn't really in doubt. Even blocked, the sheer force behind Rust's strike would've been enough to send him flying, so when Infrared added her own strike to the mid-air mix there was only pain, whiplash, and the distinct thud of his body smacking into the cavern wall. He dropped and slid, landing in a crouch on the cave floor.
"Damnit... they weren't supposed to be this strong, were they?!" He half-muttered to himself, staggering to his feet. White-hot electricity surged as he pulled a concealed trigger on his blade. "Fine then -- no more playing around!" With a burst of speed he leapt up, kick-jumped off the cave wall, and proceeded to leap from stone to hull and back again until landing on the Howling Storm's deck once more.
In that time, however, a fair bit had happened. Solar's unexpected strike against the Bullhead had severed one of the engines completely, sending it veering wildly before crashing just outside the entrance, tumbling in a fiery wreck down the mountainside and out of sight. And Infrared was preparing some sort of Dust-powered strike... even at a glance, Lt. Fallon knew this wasn't going to go well. He was down a transport and more than half his forces. How could a ragtag band like this best the White Fang -- best him?!
"Kill them!" The lieutenant charged Rush, the outlines of his electrified sword suddenly blurring and becoming indistinct. This was a Semblance at work, no doubt -- to Rust's eyes the blade, and even the arm attached to it, suddenly became hard to track. "Kill them ALL!" At the same time the remaining Bullhead turned to track Solar, opening fire with a nose-mounted minigun. The Fang were losing ground fast and becoming desperate to even the odds...
BATTLE:
ENFORCER ~ Lt.Fallon :: █████████▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫ [40%]
[Semblance effect: Melee strikes are more difficult to anticipate.]
[Lightning Dust effect on melee weapon.]
SABOTEUR ~ Agent Quisling ::▕▫▫▫▫▫▫ [0% - AURA BROKEN]
WHITE FANG BULLHEADS :: 1 Remaining