[Bianca Sabbato]

It seemed Ruqa still had her head in the game. Quickly walking through the precarious trail of dirt. Intending to pick up the safe and secure it over her shoulder. Even with the added difficulty of doing it all with only two of her four arms.

More than that, she seemed even sharper than me. At her warning cry, I could only turn my head around to see the hulking form of Jet jumping towards me to try and bring me down along with my earth.

-Give me a break...- I muttered, readying myself to try and tank the blow before Ruqa came forth and did... Something. Something with her semblance that I had never seen before. I couldn’t help but stare in awe at the scene before me.

They were like tendrils or something. And Ruqa used them to take care of that clone in a mere moment. Well, whatever it was, it was cool as shit. So I waved back at Ruqa before speeding back towards the train myself.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I managed to get back on the train. Immediately dismissing all the earth around me but a small amount I liked to keep with myself at all times. I didn’t have enough time to check my aura before having to engage an enraged Jet. But I was sure I was at around half left, maybe a little less.

The rest of team Thorn had done a decent enough job at keeping Jet busy. Sadly, that was all that could be said about it. Yeah, they kept him occupied, but he didn’t seem particularly winded up nor struggling to keep up.

I butted in to help, facing one of the Jet clones... Or maybe the real one, I wasn’t sure at that point.

He swung his sword downwards, but I managed to deflect the blow with a sweep of my spear. I put some pressure on him, but his defense was pretty good for it to be effective. He almost got me with a lateral cut that I had to block with the body of the metal spear.

The metal bent and wailed. But the spear miraculously held for long enough for me to coil my tail around the ankle of my enemy. I tripped him momentarily. Taking him to the ground. I was just about to try and beat him into the ground when another Jet came for me, trying to impale me with the tip of his sword.

I barely had time to call some earth and form a shield around my wrist to block the blow, but the sheer strength behind it was enough to send me skidding towards the wall. And I really felt that one.

-Aura- I mumbled into the scroll attached to my wrist. And after a second, the number 19 could be read in all red letters on the screen. Scowling, I saw how Canary was subjected to the same treatment, her aura breaking as her body hit a wall beside me.

-Hey, Canary...- I said to her, watching as Wilt had to use her afterimage to save Kier from being cleaved in two.

-Yeah?- She asked, not taking her eyes out of Jet for a second.

-Tactical retreat?- I ventured after realizing how badly the terrorist was kicking our asses. If this kept up for longer, there was a good chance a few of us would end up dying, and even that didn’t assure us a victory. We already had the cargo secured thanks to Ruqa, so we could just flip Jet the bird and leave him behind.

-Sounds reasonable- The cat-girl seemed to agree. Moving towards Nik and likely relaying the plan to him. The older Burzanov glared at me for a second before begrudgingly nodding in agreement. Near me, I saw a Kier prepare his grenade launcher and take aim at Jet. Pulling out of my own grenades, I send it towards the hulking man at the same time the rat attack exploded on his face.

-Now!- Screamed Nicholas, running to grab Wilt by the wrist calling a retreat while Jet was distracted. Canary was doing something similar with Kier. All together now, we retreated back to car four.

Jet seemed pretty happy with the prospect of making a team of Haven trainees shy away from him. And he started slowly walking towards us before he was stopped in his tracks by a barrage of random bullshit.

Nik had transformed his spear into its rifle form. While Kier handled his other partners his shotgun and sidearm as he aimed his grenade launcher at Jet. The terrorist’s eyes widened as he commanded his clones to form a human wall in front of him as he kept advancing towards us.

Opening my comms to all huntsman on the train. I send a quick message as I tried to use my semblance to sneak potshots on Jet.

-Bianca in car four with team Thorn. We can’t beat this guy. Need someone to come and pull the cut lever from outside. Ruqa has the cargo with her, so we are dumping him along with car five. Over-

I said as I waited for a response, just in time to hear some chick called Varden send out a question of her own. What was going on? That was a damn good question. One I doubted any of us could answer right now.

-Looks like anarchist terrorism. Trying to steal a safe in car 5. They took hostages in car two. And they have control of car 1 and the engine. Unknown motives, but their numbers seem limited. Over-

I said, trying to fill the girl in as best as I could while slowing Jet as best as I could. But he just kept pushing on, slowly gaining terrain on us.

-We could really use that help, by the way...-

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Attempting Problem: Catching Valentine up! Social 6
Using: Perception, Streetwise, Violin. (F)
Roll: 10 (Sucess)

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Introducing new problem: Goodbye Jet, have a nice ride. (Obstacle 10)

[Jay]

"Testing, testing! Mayday, mayday! This is your control operator speaking! Need assistance immediately, the hijackers- wait! What’s this!? Oh… Oh gods… Please remain calm, but we are swiftly approaching a breach in the tracks, caused by tunneling Grimm… I can- wait! No! N-"

Her transmission over the intercom was cut off abruptly as, from the sound of it, the “control operator” was pulled away from the communications system by the “hijackers,” and the intercom was smashed.

Of course, in actuality, she was making the whole thing up.

Except for smashing the intercom, of course.

But while the Huntsmen may be able to figure that out, or at least, might have reason to doubt the claims she was making, the civilians aboard the train were much easier to fool. All around the train, the people who had been given a glimmer of hope by the arrival of the Huntsmen were suddenly filled with fear and panic once more.

A few terrorists were no problem for Huntsmen to handle, but a break in the tracks? Some flashy swordplay and tricks with dirt couldn’t stop a high speed train wreck… And it was caused by Grimm? Tunneling Grimm? That was even worse. Even if they survived the crash, they’d be picked off by Creeps and Centinels.

Those were the thoughts going through the minds of the passengers and crew of the train.

And it was going to take some work to talk them out of their fears. That was the thing about stirring up panic; once the seeds were planted, it grew like weeds, and in the world of Remnant, panic begat panic. Sooner or later, Grimm would actually attack at this rate…

But that was their problem, not Nastya’s. The blonde turned to her new partner. ”Yeah, let’s bail.”

Hand still on the lever she’d grabbed early, she gave a wicked grin, before jerking it down with all her strength.

Anyone in Car Two would notice it first.

The first car of the train was speeding up… But the rest of the train wasn’t. The release mechanism had been engaged, and without some quick thinking, the engine car was going to speed away, leaving the train without a driver, at speeds it wasn’t designed to move.

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Speaking of the second car, though, Valentine’s arrival sealed “CARMIM’s” fate with a well-placed, and well-deserved, bop of her Semblance’s weapon. The manic giggling ceased immediately, as he dropped like a sack of potatoes, and with it, the glue he had already splashed around softened to the strength of ordinary superglue, which allowed Opal to very easily freeze it off of the scared passengers.

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And further back, on Car Five, Bianca and Ruqa would find that their very annoying actions had only angered the heavily-armored hijacker. Luckily for them, he didn’t seem too fast in his bulky plate, so as they coordinated their escape with the help of Team THRN, he simply snarled and gave a slow, movie-monster, chase, dragging his heavy blade across the ground, sending sparks from the metal-on-metal.

Which was maybe not the best idea, considering the abundance of explosives scattered around the train.

But he hadn’t exploded yet, so he marched on.

THRN gave their level best attempts to stall him as everybody began their retreat into Car Four, and beyond, but his clones soaked up the damage. ”Cowards. I will-” He seemed to hesitate, as the sensation from the first car detaching from the rest of the train finally reached the back cars.

”Nas-”

”NAMES.”

”Nastya, what is the meaning of this? This isn’t part of the plan.”

”New plan!”

”I see. Very well.” It hadn’t seemed possible for his face to grow much angrier, but he looked ready to burst a blood vessel. This was what he got for working with outsiders… Those who couldn’t understand his organization’s ideals, their methods.

He cracked his knuckles.

He was going to make somebody pay for this. Starting with the lizard-tailed freak and her formerly-four-armed friend…

DM Problem #7: Calm the Passengers (Social 12)

DM Problem #8: Stop Nastya From Detaching the Engine Car (Hazard 16)

SPOILER: Click to show

WC: 680 // TWC: 4257

DM Problem #1: Secure Squad Entry to the Train, From Manta (Obstacle 9)
Solved by Opal. 19 OP.
DM Problem #2: Identify the Identity of the Hijackers (Social 11)
Solved by Chloro. 21 OP.
Kishka Problem #1: Lancer Swarm Attacking the Manta (Combatants 10)
Solved by Bianca. 20 OP.
Opal Problem #1: Help the reinforcement reach the train rooftop safely (Hazard 10)
Solved by Reed. 20 OP.
Reed Crisis: Secure line to train (Hazard 10)
Solved by Ruqa.
Ruqa Problem #1: Clear the Smoke Hiding the Terrorists (Hazard 8)
Solved by Kishka. 18 OP.
Chloro Problem #1: Identify the Function of the Devices (Social 11)
Solved by Kishka. 21 OP.
Ruqa Problem #2: Deal with the Bad-Mouthed Mouse!
Attempted by Ruqa. Solved by Opal. 27 OP.
Opal Problem #2: Info on the Go! (Social 11)
Solved by Reed. 21 OP.
Bianca Problem #1: Stop the Gunman from Using the Turret. (Obstacle 10)
Solved by Kishka. 20 OP.
DM Problem #3: Reach the Train’s Cargo (Obstacle 11) - Info Given Upon Success
Solved by Ruqa. 21 OP.
DM Problem #4: Get Past the Mysterious Liquid (Hazard 12) - Info Given Upon Success
Solved by Reed. 22 OP.
Ruqa Crisis: Get to Ruqa and Nik Before They Kill Each Other (Obstacle 11)
Solved by Bianca.
DM Problem #5: Defeat “Carmim Clover”
(Must Be Completed in Order:)
Combatants 13: Fight “Carmim”
Solved by Valentine. 23 OP.
Social 14: Free the Passengers from the Glue
Solved by Opal. 24 OP.
DM Problem #6: Defeat Jet
(Any Order)
Obstacle 15: Rescue the Cargo, Without Flying Overboard
Attempted by Bianca, Solved by Ruqa. 34 OP.
Combatants 17: Fight “Jet”
Attempted by Ruqa. 9 OP.
Valentine Problem #1: Catch Valentine Up! (Social 6)
Solved by Bianca. 16 OP.
Bianca Problem #2: Goodbye Jet (Obstacle 10)

DM Problem #7: Calm the Passengers (Social 12)

DM Problem #8: Stop Nastya From Detaching the Engine Car (Hazard 16)
Solved by Kishka. 26 OP.


Total OP: 362


Kishka: 90 RP (Problem Solved by Bianca, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Solved Bianca’s Problem, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Solved DM Problem #8.)
Opal: 81 RP (Solved DM Problem #1, Problem Solved by Reed, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Problem Solved by Reed, Solved DM Problem #5b.)
Chloro: 31 RP (Solved DM Problem #2, Problem Solved by Kishka.)
Reed: 60 RP (Solved Opal’s Problem, Solved Opal’s Problem, Solved DM Problem #4.)
Ruqa: 58 RP (Solved Reed’s Crisis, Problem Solved by Kishka, Solved DM Problem #3, Attempted DM Problem #6b, Solved DM Problem #6a.)
Bianca: 20 RP (Solved Kishka’s Problem, Problem Solved by Kishka, Solved Ruqa’s Crisis, Attempted DM Problem #6a, Solved Valentine’s Problem.)
Valentine: 26 RP (Solved DM Problem #5a, Problem Solved by Bianca.)

Heroism Counter:

Opal: 3
Chloro: 1
Reed: 3
Ruqa: 3
Bianca: 1
Valentine: 1
Kishka: 1

[Kishka Burzanova]

KISHKA BURZANOVA

Note to self- invest in good glue-cleaning supplies. This was increasingly annoying. And without her cannon, she was a little stuck until she managed to free herself. Fortunately, once the glue was hardened around her ankles, it was easily dispatched with a few sharp whacks of her umbrella. Tough, but not tough enough. Luckily, by then, the problem seemed to have already been figured out. Reed was doing his level best to deal with the threat, and Opal had just arrived to help out, so it seemed the glue guy was in good hands, but then noise from above caught her attention. If she hadn't recently run a training workshop at the Academy, she probably would have assumed the newcomer was some hulking Grimm or something, but she recognized Valentine's Semblance immediately. How couldn't she? It was visually striking, left an impression pretty easily. Kishka smiled. Kid was only just a rookie, same as Reed, but she was a powerhouse, from what she'd seen of her before. And she proved that first impression correct, by waltzing over and walloping the fat dude with one big pommel strike. In a situation less fraught, this would be kinda funny. Unfortunately, Kishka didn't exactly have the time to stop and appreciate the moment. She had a mission, and she intended to handle that before anything else. "Good work. Secure the hijacker, we want him alive for questioning. Continuing towards the first-" Her eyes went wide as the train hitched for a moment, and the release mechanism between the first and second cars came undone. She didn't have much time to think, only to react, as she bolted out the door immediately, leaping across the slowly-increasing gap. She initially attempted to break down the door and take back the control room, but found the door locked, and unfortunately, just a little more resistant to brute force than she could manage with her old, battered, weapon. Which left one other choice. She took a deep breath, and dropped down between the cars. Arms stretched out to wrap around the connectors for each, as she felt her Aura flex in response to the sudden strain. She wasn't especially strong, but her Aura was durable and she still had plenty left. With an Aura like steel, it wasn't too far of a stretch that she could conceivably hold the train together, as if she were a connecting rod or something. It hurt like hell, and she doubted she could maintain it for very long, but she figured she could hold the cars together for long enough that someone stronger could come along and help her reattach the cars. Bitch wasn't getting away that easy. "In need of... ungh. Assistance. Fuck... Now, please. Hurry." Introducing Problem: Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Combatants 12)

Aura// 38% | WC// 458 | TWC// 3712

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[Chloro Smoke]

we are the lost
and the silent

   tags: Ruqa Reyes

  WHERE THE SKIES END -- STARSET

 outfit: As described

words: 381/2947

Once doors were locked and programs ready to initiate, she waited on her friend's words, being the use of the intercom system. That was a rather convincing display too which was nice. It would definitely be enough for the civilians to stir up enough panic and issues for the huntsmen as she prepped to go. With Nastya hitting the lever to decouple the engine from the rest, Chloro sealed the deal and initiated the protocols.

Slowly but surely, turrets would begin to appear on the rooftops, just like how the one bandit managed to cause. However, each cart had two turrets, and the second cart had something more. A missile launcher to cut down larger Grimm. As these turrets slowly pulled out of their homes, they searched for targets... the first being the Mantra for the missile launcher as it unloaded a barrage of unguided missiles at it, missing most shots outside of some shrapnel. Next, the other turrets on the roof of cart four locked onto Bianca and Ruqa and began to spin up, ready to unleash a barrage of bullets.

With that, Chloro put her tablet to the side as she heard the door slam, snapping her head to the small window it had. A familiar face of Kishka was there, but she didn't catch any sort of glimpse of Chloro. Looking around, there was a roof hatch with a pull down ladder and she could hear the bike rumble closer in the distance. It was time to go, with or without the dust. Making a few gestures to the hatch, she leapt up and pulled it free, which led to the ladder rolling down and become ready to use. Picking up her helmet and slipping it on, she looked to Nastya before her visor darkened from the outside, with bold letters appearing, before she ascended up the ladder. "Follow."

Outside, it was chaotic as the Mantra ducked and dived from stray missiles, and the bike was gaining exceptionally fast, and within the next minute, they could leave. With a few swipes on the scroll, she relayed the situation to Nastya. "We have about a minute, we will need to jump from the roof as that girl keeping the carts together will fuck me up, not sure about you."

♚ Made by SYLVIA of SA and GS ♚

Introducing New Problem: "Bullethell" (Hazard 14)

[Valentine Varden]

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The woman of science watched with barely restrained fascination as the stranger at her side froze the glue off the hostages with little difficulty. No freezer burns or accidental lacerations- a result of luck or (more likely) fine-tuned control as a result of extensive practice. What she would give to study that Semblance...[break][break]

A voice broke over the intercom and the train began to shudder worryingly. The hostages' panic was nearly tangible. The rising tension would certainly make the terrorists' mission that much easier. Maybe we should have left the glue on. Something that might have been a shudder passed through the semblance. Was the tension getting to her? Her attention focused outwards at a flash of movement. One of her compatriots for this particular mission- a purple-haired woman she didn't quite remember the name of (same class? no. Maybe? Perhaps isolation had its flaws...)- dashed out the front of the car towards the engine. [break][break]

Ah. The train car was disconnected. [break][break]

Fuck.[break][break]

The knight lunged forward once more, drawing some gasps from the peanut gallery below. Wind whipped at her hair violently when she exited the train once again. The grip on her Revolver Bayonet tightened. Below her, the woman was physically holding the disconnected cars together with her bare hands. Both her and (perhaps as a reflection of her own confusion) the semblance blinked for a moment. [break][break]

Movement caught her eye in the distance. A bike? That didn't belong to us, did it? A cacophony of gunfire and barely perceptible shadows followed. If the bike belonged to the terrorists, then- [break][break]

The thing beneath her shifted. It registered to her Kishka was in pain. Fuck. "You're an idiot," she said, voice barely audible above the whistling winds. She wasn't quite sure if she was talking to herself or the woman below her. [break][break]

She turned away from the bike and got to work. Or. Well. Her semblance did, anyway. With Kishka already doing a large portion of the work in keeping the train together, it was almost laughably easy for it to reposition the peg and lock the mechanism into place. A quick glance at the knight saw it devoid of sweat or blood. Did it even have sweat glands? [break][break]

Predictably, it didn't respond. [break][break]

Not that it could.

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WC: 377 | Total WC: 969

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Solving Kishka's DC 12 combatants problem with a heroism roll. I rolled a 7 + 9 for a 16, avoiding a crisis and using my second roll, yo holla

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[Bianca Sabbato]

I felt my heart jump straight to my throat when I heard the supposed controller call out a breach in the tracks. I waited with veiled expectation for something to happen. But as the seconds stretched and nothing did, I began to think a little more clearly.

It was probably another fakeout... There was no reason for the control operator to call out a breach if there was one. That would only cause unnecessary panic and help no one... Considering the circumstances, that was likely the intention of whoever send that message.

Needless to say. Things were going straight to hell at an alarming rate. Not only this asshole of Jet seemed almost indestructible. But a sudden noise and shift in movement made us all aware of something. One or more cars had been dislodged from the rest.

Seemed like we weren’t the only ones with the bright idea of simply letting our problems fall behind us. As the cars began to separate, I had half a mind to order a general retreat and regroup with the rest of the students on board. But just as suddenly as the movement began, it stopped again just a couple seconds later.

I was thinking of going to help Kishka with whatever she was doing. But something immediately impeded me from doing so.

When I heard a shrieking noise behind me. I barely had time to turn around just in time to see a projectile closing in fast on my face. Gritting my teeth, I weaved out of its path and let the bullet pass through the floor of the train.

-What the...- I mumbled in slight disbelief as I managed to peek through the hole in the roof the projectile had made. Managing to catch a glimpse of one of the automatic turrets trailed on me. That was strange, but the fact that it had targeted me even while I was inside the car meant that someone was likely trying to take me down specifically.

A second bullet came flying in my direction, but I deflected it upwards with the flat end of my spear. For better or worse, those were armor-piercing bullets that had more in common with small cannons than any kind of rapid-firing machinegun.

Which meant I could probably see them coming and avoid them well enough. But I absolutely couldn’t take one of those to the chest. Otherwise, my aura, and likely my body, would break.

It also meant I couldn’t afford to exactly dodge many more bullets. Considering I had the very much battered members of team Thorn around me, one of them even devoid of any aura. So I was pretty much obligated to keep deflecting the projectiles until I managed to find a way to solve this predicament.

-Will take care of this... Can you hold here for a moment?-

I asked Nicholas, who surprisingly told me to not worry and just go shut those damn turrets down. Nodding at his words. I started deflecting the projectiles upwards towards the ceiling until I managed to create a nice aperture to get on the roof without much problem.

I saw another bullet coming towards me and sidestepped out of the way of it. Not there was nothing behind me but an empty mountain and countryside. I exhaled as I began running towards the turrets. Dodging the hastily aimed projectiles and preparing to take them down as I ran past Ruqa, who was keeping the other tower distracted either intentionally or not.

The first turret I impaled with my weapon, forcing the cannon upwards to shoot into nothingness as a small handful of earth started covering my tail in the shape of an axehead. It took me a couple blows, but I finally managed to sever the turret from the roof of the car. That was one down.

That also meant I had now a handy shield to protect myself from the other tower targeting me. So I just picked up the broken turret still stuck on my spear and started charging towards my next target. Making it eat all of the bullets that would have otherwise kept me busy for another good while.

There was no need to think much about how to take the second tower. Since my makeshift shield could easily double as a big-ass hammer. So I just send it crashing down on the second tower, breaking it down beyond repair.

The missile launcher was not targeting me at the moment, so I had a moment to breathe. And I certainly needed it. But that tower still needed to go. Fishing another grenade from outside my belt, I quickly sent it towards the last threat on the roof.

Most people would assume my water-based projectiles would be weak against machinery. But it was quite the contrary. And this became clear when the grenade exploded among the mechanical parts of the weapon, and the electricity fried the circuits immediately. Leaving the turret almost intact. But useless except as a strange roof decoration.

Much more relieved now, I was about to go back to holding Jet back. When I saw something strange on the edge of my vision. It looked like... A motorcycle? But there was no driver, and it was keeping a steady speed alongside the train.

That was not ours...

Whatever the case, I took one good look ahead in the tracks. It would be wise to check if there was any truth to this supposed breach we had been informed of a moment before. Needless to say, there appeared to be nothing of the sort.

-Bianca on the roof. There is no breach ahead. Proceed as usual. Over- I called out in my scroll to all huntsman involved. Once that was done, I rested for a second to analyze the situation. Now feeling pretty winded up after taking down the defense system.

It was then. That I saw a strange figure creep outside of car one. It was entirely clad in black and seemed unrecognizable. Clicking my tongue, I leveled my gaze on it, just one thing after the other. It begged the question of how many assholes did this terrorist group manage to fit inside the train.

-Team Thorn... I may be busy for a little longer. Can you hold?-

-This dude is like the terminator! Hurry up and come back quick!- I heard the rat-man call out loudly over the sounds of explosions. Nodding towards the screen, I turned to face a much more interesting little rat in front of me...

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Attempting Problem: "Bullethell" (Hazard 14)

Using: Heroism (+8) B semblance (+6)
Roll: 5 + 14 = 19 (Sucess, no crisis)

[Ruqa Reyes]

Ruqa stayed to watch long enough to see Bianca run back inside the train and rejoin with the rest of the Golden Wings tag-alongs before dropping the smile and resigning herself to the doubtless increasing amount of work that was probably going on. They weren't done with this nonsense, not by far.

"Ahhh this is such a pain..." Ruqa sighs freely, not bothering to hide her disdain.

It was not a good feeling to have to retreat from that fight. It went against what Ruqa believed in: the law of reciprocation. Ever since her training accident, ever since her first mission, she always sought out payback against her enemies. When someone steps on your toes, tries to bring you down, you return the favour twofold. Jet cut her arms off so she should try to go back and return the favour, get her pound of "flesh".

Huh.

She was getting predictable, wasn't she?

Scowling at that realization, Ruqa picks up her safe and marches forward.

She had gotten too complacent with how she was that she didn't realize she had become a revenge obsessed thug that couldn't stand a little pain before lashing out. She had always followed her primary impulses, made her choices without thinking very hard on the consequences. But this time the consequences affected more than herself. Or they always have. She had always been a selfish huntress after all.

With that thought, what was she going to do now? Waste her time getting distracted fighting the wrong people? Or should she try a little harder at this huntress thing?

Ruqa ran across car four all the while a turret had activated itself behind her and was bringing itself up to aim. At the sound of it moving, Ruqa would look over her shoulder with some hesitancy and began to panic. She flips around to slam the safe down in front of her just in time to catch a stream of bullets.

Cursing, she somehow finds the time to yell out through gritted teeth.

"These. Goddamn. Burzanovas."

Kishka was supposed to have dealt with these things already. Why they weren't was a real head scratcher as Ruqa was paying for that mistake as one of the targets of the miscallibrated automated guns.

Ruqa took a peek behind her and saw the turret on another car was actually firing downward through the roof of the car which was a sure sign that things were not operating as intended. Not wanting to deal with this, Ruqa very reluctantly continued destroying the Argus Limited. It hurt her just as much as the shareholders.

Wrapping two astral appendages around the safe, Ruqa projects the metal box forward, pushing it through the turret and ending it with a shattering of lose parts.

Was it a good idea? Maybe not but it was satisfying.

The safe was able to survive being thrown off a train, surely it could survive a little bit of turret fire. They lived in a world where there were people that could tear through steel, perhaps the safe would reflect that in it's physical construction. Unless the turret possessed some sort of armour piercing tech then surely the safe would have been ruined no matter what.

Oh well, not her problem.

Ruqa turned around just in time to watch Bianca smash through the rest of the turrets, evidently unwilling to let the bandits use the security system against them.

Technically, yeah they was destroying the trains only line of defence but honestly these turrets were not worth much, seeing that they weren't able to stop bandits from boarding the train. It was the same story from the first Argus Limited Mission.

They should probably hire permanent huntsmen to defend the train full time. Hell, just put students on it and call it educational, that's what they did the first time.

Tearing her eyes away from Bianca to listen to the chatter on the communication links, she realizing that the cloned bandit was still picking fights; obviously, since they failed to defeat him. Ruqa drags the dented safe behind her, to peer down the convenient hole that Bianca had jumped through.

Since Bianca came out there, that meant team THRN and Jet would be... there.

Ruqa drops her semblance arms through the opening, just as the four Jet's were passing by as they continued their harassment of team THRN. The two tendrils curl around the necks of two separate Jet's, squeeze tightly and pull up.

The remaining Jet's would turn around to see his clones kicking their legs as they hung from Ruqa's spectral nooses. It was a disturbing image.

With an added squeeze they dissipate soundlessly as Ruqa clicks her tongue in annoyance at not catching the right one. Well, she still had her chance to try again.

Ruqa would continue to lurk on the roof, batting at the clones with little luck. She'd keep at it until she was called on to do something important or someone attacked her again.

WC: 834
Total Word Count: 5546
Weapon [D]
Sem [C] (Spd+Str C)
Acrobatics [F]
Ice Dust [F]
Tracking [F]

Ruqa's Colour Hex: 54e1fb

Attempting Bianca Problem #2: Goodbye Jet (Obstacle 10)
Using F rank Acrobatics (+0 Obstacle) with Semblance and Tracking providing two more dice
t!roll 3d10

Result: 4, 1, 5 (Fail)

[Opal Machias]

Slowly, I worked myself back to my feet, feeling the drain after two large uses of my semblance. I wasn’t out yet, far from it, but you can only use ice so much before it begins to frost over. Still, the glue was off, and the people were safe. At least I think they were as I slowly began making my way around the room to check on the people knowing the other would watch my back. I hope anyway. Thankfully besides the bump, bruises, and a few who fell getting knocked out everyone would live. The main question now was what to do with them. Until the train was stopped everyone was in danger.

Swaying slightly as I got back to my feet, I made my way back over to the Huntsmen(in-training) to talk. As it seemed the one who had saved them was a bit confused as to what was happening. My guess was she was reserves of some sort or maybe back up? Hell, I really didn’t care so long as she was on his side. That big… whatever it was look like a pain in the ass to fight and I wasn’t really up for a dance. Using the cane sword for its intended use I paused a moment as it seemed the girl was either talking on some earpiece or trying to anyway.

“Varden was it?” I asked after hearing her say the name but stopped as the train shook and some weird transmission came from over the intercom. The shouts and screams of the passengers said that they were already on the verge of breaking down in panic once more. I could only frown at it all thinking back to that weird text from before. If it was to be believed then the front car was taken long ago before the others even arrived. Either it was all some sort of lie to put everyone into a panic to put us off our game or the operator has somehow gotten control of the intercom for a moment to shout that out.

Honestly, I didn’t put much stock into that last one as in the situation I imagine there would have been a lot more screaming on the operator side. Not like that knowledge was doing any good for the passengers as some started to stand up in panic while some were rolling up in balls of fear. Not that I could blame them since if it was real, then many of us were about to die a very, very unpleasant death. Either by wreck train or the Grimm’s afterward. Worst I was soon left alone in a car full of scared passengers as the others rushed off to deal with things I couldn’t hear. I really should have gotten my hands on an earpiece…

“Everyone!” I shouted loudly while snapping two ice pieces over my head I formed quickly. It was a bit louder than I had meant it to be, but it got eyes on me at least. “Everyone calms down and listen…” I started trying to catch everyone's eye, pausing when some shout came back. “You heard the intercom! We have to get off the train! We…” This time it was my turn to cut them off raising my voice. “LISTEN! I’m working with the Huntsmen team and the report says that isn’t true.” Okay, so yeah… that was a straight-up lie. For all, I knew there really was a break in the line come up fast.

Not like there anything we could do about it and truthfully, I was hoping if it wasn’t a lie, he would have heard a lot more commotion for the other huntsmen. Thankfully, there were a few familiar faces that help cool some of the heads of the room. “Opal?! W-What the hell going on?” Asked a man and woman I remember meeting back during the conference and had decided to accompany back on the train ride. “So, remember when I said I was taking a break from an academy. Yeah, that happens to have been Heaven. We need to calm everyone down or you know what will come.” The pair faces turned an ashy white as most here I would bet had never seen a Grimm in the…flesh? Darkness? Whatever the hell they were made of. But in the end, the two nodded as they waited for him to get to work.

“I need everyone to find a seat! Help and secure those that cannot on their own!” Nodding to the few who were laying on the ground knocked out. I was really starting to think that it might have been better to leave everyone in the glue after all. Oh well, no use crying over it now as I got to work with others to help seat everyone. Thankfully, it seemed most had believed my maybe lie and with each passing second the train wasn’t flipping into that air everyone grew a bit calmer. Still, we weren’t safe yet as shakes and gunfires could still very clearly be heard around them. “Anyone here knows their way around a firearm?” I suddenly asked while looking around. A moment later an older man stood raising his arm. “I did some work here and there as village guards.” He said with a gruff voice just before I toss him the glue gun. “You're hired! Anyone come in here that isn’t me, immediately doesn’t claim to be a Huntsmen, or is dark, ugly, and otherworldly you shoot, okay? Aim for their feet.” While I really didn’t want to leave the passengers alone, I know I could be helpful in other places.

Okay, so technically giving a civilian a weapon in such a situation was rarely a good idea it was the best I could do at the moment. Besides, it was a glue gun so I wasn’t worried about them killing someone unless they shoot them in the face. And when you really stop to think about it technically I was a civilian in the situation too after all.

Word count: 1,011/4,556

Attempting Calm the Passengers (Soc 12)
Using Med Knowledge(+4) with Heroism
Roll: 5+12=17 Win!

[Jay]

All across the train, at Chloro’s command, the turrets shifted programming- no longer were they automated defenses against the Grimm, they were now being used to target humans, within the train. Normally, this feature was reserved for the event of an emergency, where bandits attacked a mostly unmanned transport car, but in this case, the turrets were firing at the Manta outside, and at anyone who moved, within the train itself.

Until Bianca and Ruqa had their way with them, of course.

Unfortunately for the poor chameleon girl, the turrets didn’t prove to be as distracting as she’d hoped, though they did definitely stir up some trouble.

Further back, where the previously four-armed Huntress was, the armored man and his remaining clone continued their slow march towards the front of the train. He’d reached Car 4 already, meaning that any plans to eject him from the train would need to start with pushing him back into the back of the train before ditching the fifth car.

Easier said than done, with the Huntsman forces split up so much...

Meanwhile, back to the front of the train, the blonde girl followed her new pal out to the rooftop, only to be confronted by some unexpected resistance. At least she still had her bombs set up around the train… Though now she was much less willing to detonate them, now that her life was on the line.

Inside, and a car away, Opal handled the panicky civilians very well, all things considered. It wasn’t easy getting that many scared people to cooperate, and it wasn’t an immediate solution, but between commanding their attention, asserting himself as an authority figure with the situation under control, and arming a few of them, they settled down eventually.

The problem, of course, was that they weren’t out of the fire just yet…

Far ahead, a black mass was very quickly approaching the train. It hadn’t quite reached them yet, and thankfully, due to Opal’s efforts, it was a lot smaller than it could have been. Still, small was absolutely not the word for this.

From a distance, it resembled a dark cloud.

But as it drew nearer, those with sharper eyes would definitely recognize it as a gargantuan swarm of Ravagers and Lancers, led by an enormous Queen Lancer.

Most of it hadn’t reached the train yet, aside from a handful of especially swift bats and wasps, but it was coming in very quickly, and if it managed to encircle any one of the train cars, the loss of life would be huge.

Speaking of huge loss of life. There were still a large number of explosives, scattered around the train, weren't there...? That could be problematic.

Introducing DM Problem #9a: The Swarm (Combatants 14)
Introducing DM Problem #9b: The Queen (Combatants 15)

Introducing DM Problem #10: Bombs Away (Obstacle 12)

SPOILER: Click to show

WC: 451 // TWC: 4708

DM Problem #1: Secure Squad Entry to the Train, From Manta (Obstacle 9)
Solved by Opal. 19 OP.
DM Problem #2: Identify the Identity of the Hijackers (Social 11)
Solved by Chloro. 21 OP.
Kishka Problem #1: Lancer Swarm Attacking the Manta (Combatants 10)
Solved by Bianca. 20 OP.
Opal Problem #1: Help the reinforcement reach the train rooftop safely (Hazard 10)
Solved by Reed. 20 OP.
Reed Crisis: Secure line to train (Hazard 10)
Solved by Ruqa.
Ruqa Problem #1: Clear the Smoke Hiding the Terrorists (Hazard 8)
Solved by Kishka. 18 OP.
Chloro Problem #1: Identify the Function of the Devices (Social 11)
Solved by Kishka. 21 OP.
Ruqa Problem #2: Deal with the Bad-Mouthed Mouse!
Attempted by Ruqa. Solved by Opal. 27 OP.
Opal Problem #2: Info on the Go! (Social 11)
Solved by Reed. 21 OP.
Bianca Problem #1: Stop the Gunman from Using the Turret. (Obstacle 10)
Solved by Kishka. 20 OP.
DM Problem #3: Reach the Train’s Cargo (Obstacle 11) - Info Given Upon Success
Solved by Ruqa. 21 OP.
DM Problem #4: Get Past the Mysterious Liquid (Hazard 12) - Info Given Upon Success
Solved by Reed. 22 OP.
Ruqa Crisis: Get to Ruqa and Nik Before They Kill Each Other (Obstacle 11)
Solved by Bianca.
DM Problem #5: Defeat “Carmim Clover”
(Must Be Completed in Order:)
Combatants 13: Fight “Carmim”
Solved by Valentine. 23 OP.
Social 14: Free the Passengers from the Glue
Solved by Opal. 24 OP.
DM Problem #6: Defeat Jet
(Any Order)
Obstacle 15: Rescue the Cargo, Without Flying Overboard
Attempted by Bianca, Solved by Ruqa. 34 OP.
Combatants 17: Fight “Jet”
Attempted by Ruqa. 9 OP.
Valentine Problem #1: Catch Valentine Up! (Social 6)
Solved by Bianca. 16 OP.
Bianca Problem #2: Goodbye Jet (Obstacle 10)
Attempted by Ruqa. 5 OP.
DM Problem #7: Calm the Passengers (Social 12)
Solved by Opal. 22 OP.
DM Problem #8: Stop Nastya From Detaching the Engine Car (Hazard 16)
Solved by Kishka. 26 OP.
Kishka Problem #2: Between a Rock and Hard Place (Hazard 12)
Solved by Valentine. 22 OP.
Chloro Problem #2: Bullethell (Hazard 14)
Solved by Bianca. 24 OP.
DM Problem #9a: The Swarm (Combatants 14)

DM Problem #9b: The Queen (Combatants 15)

DM Problem #10: Bombs Away (Obstacle 12)

Total OP: 435


Kishka: 112 RP (Problem Solved by Bianca, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Solved Bianca’s Problem, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Solved DM Problem #8, Problem Solved by Valentine.)
Opal: 111 RP (Solved DM Problem #1, Problem Solved by Reed, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Problem Solved by Reed, Solved DM Problem #5b, Solved DM Problem #7.)
Chloro: 45 RP (Solved DM Problem #2, Problem Solved by Kishka, Problem Solved by Bianca.)
Reed: 60 RP (Solved Opal’s Problem, Solved Opal’s Problem, Solved DM Problem #4.)
Ruqa: 68 RP (Solved Reed’s Crisis, Problem Solved by Kishka, Solved DM Problem #3, Attempted DM Problem #6b, Solved DM Problem #6a, Attempted Bianca's Problem.)
Bianca: 100 RP (Solved Kishka’s Problem, Problem Solved by Kishka, Solved Ruqa’s Crisis, Attempted DM Problem #6a, Solved Valentine’s Problem, Solved Chloro's Problem.)
Valentine: 46 RP (Solved DM Problem #5a, Problem Solved by Bianca, Solved Kishka’s Problem.)

[Ruqa Reyes]

The wind shifted in the slightest way and the sound of a hundred buzzing wings had slowly filled the air.

The azul huntress tore her attention away from Jet, the hair rising on the back of her neck as the woman was hit with the unmistakable sound of Grimm approaching.

From a distance it was clear that creatures of all shapes and sizes, from creepy lancers, small nevermore, and bat grimm were collected in the sky like a black cloud on a clear summer day.

All led by a Queen Lancer, leading it's army to siege the train like fruit flies on trash.

Ruqa had the presence of mind to look stunned, as she blinked stupidly at the oncoming group of flying terror moved unerringly toward them.

To be sickeningly honest, this sucked. Everything was already bad enough with the bandits, but, of course, lo' and behold the dominant threat that came to those living on Remnant. Not unexpected of course, Grimm and disaster went hand in hand naturally plus this kind of thing had precedence.

The first Argus Limited was attacked by a lancer swarm as well, Ruqa well remembered as one of the last threats they had to deal with. Looking back on it, everything had seemed so easy. The trainees, at the very least, outnumbered the bandits who were frankly kinda incompetent. Unfortunately the same couldn't be said about their current predicament. There were only a few registered huntsmen on this train, those that came on the Manta, who were all dealing with their own foes right now who were unfortunately a bit more than prepared to face them.

In the first mission the lancer swarm wasn't even a highlight of the mission, in Ruqa's memory at least, having the small grimm being dealt with so easily. Yet back then the lancer swarm was dealt with by the ranged trainees, those with ranged weapons and manipulation semblances.

Of which Ruqa possessed neither.

She knew Bianca had her own earth shaking semblance but Ruqa felt almost certain the lizard faunus was running off fumes after wasting her semblance to save Ruqa from dying twice this mission.

Other than that, Ruqa didn't know the others actual capabilities and who would be the best suited to deal with this.

Well, there was that one guy. Butcher. Ice semblance, manipulator, true to form, and absolutely applicable to their current situation. Not that she knew where he was, not having seen the guy for a bit.

"Yo hunters. Got a big swarm of lancers and other flying nasty buggers incoming..." Ruqa said on the comm link sounding surprisingly unperturbed at the threat of a Grimm swarm although that did not necessarily match up to how she was feeling right now.

"Anyone that can help me deal with that?" Ruqa added with a sigh of reluctance.

She clenched her fists as she stared into the heart of the storm, trying to make a plan of what she could do.

The answer was pessimistic.

With Ruqa's brawler skill set, she would struggle to do anything to flying enemies. She was out of her depth with her currently obsolete weapon and seemingly inapplicable semblance, regardless of what applications she had been able to demonstrate today. Someone who'd seen Ruqa fight might say she couldn't do anything to stop this swarm.

But that wasn't an excuse either. Not one that she would accept.

Ruqa stomped over to train car three and dumped the safe inside. It wasn't something she could afford to think about. She needed to concentrate now.

Ruqa walked back to the end of Car Five, standing at the tail end of the caboose, bent a knee and took a runner's stance.

Why was she pushing herself so far for this? It wasn't as though anyone would think less of her if she waited for the other hunters to give her backup. Was it her huntress career she was focused on, looking to finish the mission no matter the price? Was it being known as the Hero of Argus making her go to extremes, all to keep her reputation and the thin veneer of respect it gave her?

Despite what she might admit, Ruqa cared what other people thought of her and what they said, whether it be positive or negative. And she did fine, for a while, to keep people believing in her, let people look past her rough exterior to see the amazing huntress they imagined. But then reality hit and then Ruqa would be revealed as a fraud.

Yeah, Ruqa was a fraud. Even in her best moments she was a mediocre huntress and at her worst Ruqa made herself a problem for others and brought people down with her.

Yet she had no illusions that a couple of good performances would change that. Regardless of the outcome Ruqa was incapable of change.

But she wouldn't forgive herself if she didn't try. Win or lose, she would give it her all. At the sounds of praise or disapproval, Ruqa would go forward regardless.

If she gave up, didn't make an attempt, gave into passivity then she would never get up again. She needed to do this for her own sake, or else she wouldn't be able to continue living as she was.

Simple as that.

Never let it be said that Ruqa Reyes didn't try hard enough. She never gave up without a fight and she wasn't starting today.

[PULL THE ALARM, SOUND THE SIREN]

[CAN YOU FEEL THE TEMPERATURE RISING]

[WATCH ME IGNITE]

[WATCH ME, WATCH ME IGNITE]

She ran towards the cloud of death, boots pounding against steel, passing by each car one by one.

Anyone watching would only see a streak of azul and the form of Ruqa Reyes stopping for nothing.

She flies past everything, steps onto the roof of the engine car, runs as far as there is room to run.

And when there isn't, she leaps off the farthest point and jumps into the swarm.

Noise is the word she is looking for. Grimm are not known for being quiet, all the better to spread fear for the monsters that you can hear coming, but this was another level.

Still at the farthest edges of the death cloud, not even near the center mass, there was nothing in the world except buzzing and chittering and the sound of bony heads turning to look at what had fallen into their many many arms.

Let it be silent once more. And Ruqa tunes everything out into background noise.

Like a long time before, Ruqa uses the smaller grimm as stepping stones to rise higher and higher, trying to dig deeper into the swarm, barely managing to do so as the many flying grimm push her back like a flood of water, threatening to drown her in the swarm.

Whether she would be capable of dodging or not, it would be a pointless act. There are far too many from every direction and no place to move even if she wanted. Every bite, every sting lands on her, but most blunted by her iron skin.

She doesn't have to endure the small onslaught as before long, she catches the attention of the grimm leading the charge. The Queen Lancer, defended by a fine mist of smaller lancers, looking as furious as a mindless grimm can manage. Perhaps if it were smarter it would allow it's minions to attack the huntress from all angles. But would a Grimm truly allow it's bloodlust to starve? Never in any world and the Queen Lancer demanded the most blood, the most violence of any grimm there.

Ruqa sets her sights on the creature, as she pushes away every tiny bug and bat that gets in her way until she is met with the Queen.

From the surrounding lancers, countless needles fly into the huntress who is barely able to catch half of them with her remaining arms which stick out like pincushions as it does with the unprotected part of her body. But Ruqa doesn't stop for anything except her own death.

She dives forward, further, until she is in range. She wraps one semblance arm around one of the Queen's wings, hanging on for her life as she stares into the face of the demonic insect.

"Feel free to die for me, thanks," Ruqa laughs.

With a flick of a tendril, she crushes half of the Queen Lancer's wings in one swoop, dooming the insect and her into a free fall. The endless chittering or rage and disgust for humanity continues as the Queen gives out it's best impression of a death cry as it understands what it means to have one's wings clipped.

Planting her feet onto the giant insect's back, she grips a hand onto the head of the beast and rides it down to Remnant.

The Queen crashes onto the train tracks, already dissolving and is only further eviscerated as the train head runs through it's corpse.

Ruqa jumps off at the last second to latch onto the train car, as she nearly slides off the metal face but catches herself on a stray pipe before she falls any further. Holding on for dear life, she raises her head to see the absence of one massive lancer amongst the remaining cloud of grimm, now lost of its leader.

Ruqa climbs back onto the top of the train, plants a foot up onto the roof, and finally lets herself go.

While it would be hard to hear the sound among the noise of the swarm, anyone daring to approach would see from Ruqa's shaking shoulders and ecstatic smile would be able to see the azul huntress laughing maniacally, satisfied in the way only fulfilled bloodlust could provide.

Distracted in the ecstasy of violence, Ruqa barely catches the sight of a dozen Centinels, large centipede-like grimm, poking their head out of the side of the mountain. Alerted by the negativity of the passengers as well as the crying out of the Queen Lancer, the black segmented bugs awoke from their hiding places and set their sights on the front of the train.

While it was discriminate attack, Ruqa felt like it was aimed at her. The many Centinels produced wild sprays of a vibrant green fluid that was easy to imagine being a corrosive acid flew towards the train. While the metal body of the train, designed with the most common threats along this route in mind, wouldn't be greatly dissolved, the huntress doubted it would be the same for her.

"Hahhah... Ahhh tits." sighed Ruqa, too tired to move from that spot.

WC: 1773
TWC: 7319
Weapon [D]
Sem [C] (Spd+Str C)
Acrobatics [F]
Ice Dust [F]
Tracking [F]
Ruqa's Colour Hex: 54e1fb

Attempting DM Problem #9b: The Queen (Combatants 15)
Using: Sem C (+4 com) and Heroism (+8) = +12

t!roll 1d10+12

Result: 5+12=17 (Success, Crisis)

Introducing Ruqa's Crisis: Kill the acid spewing Centinel's (Combatants 15)

[Bianca Sabbato]

Fucking Grimm, always rearing their ugly heads to ruin things. Just as things started to get bleaker and bleaker, comes a giant swarm of flying monsters to make everything even worse.

Leaving the blonde woman in the care of Apollo, I bit my lip as I climbed my way towards the roof. Looking at the sides, I hoped that Valentine would be enough to safely restrict the other suspicious figure. If that wasn’t the case, I would have to take care of it later, since an army of Grimm coming face to face with a train full of passengers was not something that could be ignored.

If this wasn’t clear already, some of the Grimm were already arriving at the argus limited. Perching themselves at the roof and trying to find their way inside the cars.

As soon as I saw one trying to do this, I ran towards it and skewered it with my weapon. Or punched its head off. Or kicked it outside the park.

This strategy could work in the short run. But once that many Grimms were upon us, I wouldn’t be able to fight them all at once so easily. Moreso with so many terrified hostages drawing the Grimm towards them.

Gritting my teeth, I wished whoever got their hands on glue-man and mouse-girl for interrogation wouldn’t take it easy on them. They deserved each and every second of it.

As cathartic as those fantasies were, I needed to focus on the present. The targets wouldn’t take care of themselves, after all. So I kept going at it. And I was not alone, as Ruqa Reyes was there with me, helping take care of the stray Grimm reaching us from outside the main swarm.

And what a sight to behold that was. If I was stranded to the ground, Ruqa leaped to the skies. Jumping straight into the cloud of Grimm and began using them as her stepping platforms, killing grim left and right, as bits and pieces of bugs and bats fell around the tracks and all over us.

After witnessing something like that, I couldn’t let myself get complacent. People needed us. I couldn’t afford to rest. One the corner of my eyes, I saw Ruqa make a bee-line towards the biggest, meanest of them all, Queen Lancer herself.

Ruqa was laughing, laughing at the face of death as she delivered it to the queen Grimm. I saw her jump down as her target started dissolving, I feared that she would fall out of the tracks, but I managed to catch a glimpse of her hanging onto the roof of the train at the last second.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I focused on the rest of the targets, a solemn expression on my face as I readied my strike.

Just a couple minutes later, I was almost exhausted. I basically relied on adrenaline and dread to push me through the fight... But damn, those were a lot of Grimm. So I doubted the tactic I used for the previous swarm would work very well against these fuckers. I tried it once or twice, but there were simply too many Grimm.

Which meant I had to get a little creative. Noticing the coating of ice still attached to the train from when Opal helped us get in here, I got the telltales of an idea brewing in my head.

I ran towards the ice, breaking some big chunks with my spear before sheathing it at my back. Rubbing my hands together, I prepared to get a hold of two big cubes of melting ice the size of a bucket.

I waited for a little while for the critical mass of Grimm to get closer. And swung the ice towards them with all of my might. Midair, I sent my earth towards it, hitting them like a sledgehammer and coating the Grimm and the air around them with ice, snow, and particles of water.

-Do not fail me now...- I whispered towards my grenades, letting them all go at the same time towards the cloud of death. Spacing them enough so they would cover as much space as possible. Right then and there, I was seriously regretting the fact that I made the blast radius so small.

But miraculously. The ice worked. Even the tiniest of sparks proved deadly once it fell upon the water coating the Grimm cloud. At such a high voltage. Enough to partially melt thin metals, they didn’t stand a chance. Dying on the spot and slowly disintegrating as their corpses gently floated towards the ground.

Talk about a good bug-zapper. Now only a handful of enemies remained. So I didn’t have any problems drawing their attention and killing them either with my semblance or as they got inside my range. Letting the stingers target me only to grab them midair and jank the lancers towards myself. And to an untimely death.

-Swarm is... Hah... Dead- I called out on my scroll to the rest of the huntsman. Hoping they would be able to take care of the rest by themselves. Using the moment to take a sneak peek at my current aura levels.

5%

Shit... Yeah, that wasn’t good. And to make things worse, I saw Ruqa struggling with some centinels spewing acid in her direction. And from what I could hear, team Thorn still wasn’t able to get rid of Jet.

Falling to my knees, I needed a second to get some air into my system. My muscles burned, and my head felt like it was being drilled with a tablespoon. I even was forced to close my eyes. To shield them from the reflection of the light against the snow of the mountain.

But there was still work to be done. I needed to keep going, even if only a bit longer. The passengers still weren’t safe.

Punching the metal beneath me, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand up. Taking a second to figure out what was our priority for the moment.

-Damn... We could really use some reinforcements right now...- I whined to myself with a dispassionate laugh. Focusing my view on what was ahead.

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Attempting Problem: DM Problem #9a: The Swarm (Combatants 14)
Using: Heroism (+8) B semblance (+6)


Roll: 4 + 14 = 18 (Sucess, no crisis)

[Opal Machias]

Shit was hitting the proverbial fan now if the shaking of the train and sounds of fighting were any clues. I really wasn’t enjoying how much faster everything seems to be going by now. Just how fast were we really going now, and an even better question was why? Just what the hell was the hijacker plans other than… no. What use would there be in crashing the train! Unless they were all crazy or just sick in the head. There had to another reason for it. Not like I had the luxury to sit back and think on the subject.

Wall jumping off the walls between cars I flipped back on top to take in the wreck that the others left of the rooftop. “What the hell have they been up to?” I asked with wide eyes at the gun turrets or more accuracy what little was left. Did they really have to rip the place apart like this? Then again if the guns had turned on me, I might have done the same. So, guess this was the pot calling the kettle black sort of situation. My lame analysis’s aside a new sound was quickly filling the air as I turn to see the swarm of Grimm’s closing in on us.

For the first time this day, I’m sad to say I froze while watching them all. There were just so many! More than I had ever seen before at one time. I wasn’t some stary eye hero wanna-be that didn’t know his limits. Sure, I could toss some ice into the swarm, but I had no illusion of my own abilities. Thankfully, better people were there to carry the weaker of us. Feeling more than seeing the running Ruqa as she rushed by before doing one of the craziest things I have ever seen. Jumping up and into the swarm before using them as stepping stones to reach the queen, and I shit you not killed it! Any guy who tells you that wasn’t sexy is a damn liar!

Thankfully, Bianca was there to zap the rest of the mob using some of my ice as conductor with some lighting dust bombs. With a smirk, I was glad I had forgotten to remove the ice from the roof, but now wasn’t the time for feeling smug. Slapping both sides of my face it was time to pull my head out of my ass and get to work. I can’t kill Grimm’s like the girls, but I wasn’t useless just yet. For instant where was team THRN? I wasn’t super familiar with the whole team beyond what you could hear from rumors, but the odds they had all been taken out was low. Something wasn’t right…

So, when you’re not strong enough to get the job done what do you do? You get people who are! Turning I quickly, but carefully made my way down the train rooftop. Around the broken turrets and holes trying to make out what the hell had happened back here. However, the sound of fighting could soon the heard over even the rushing of wind. In-car 4 it seems the team was trying to hold off a monster of a man who was trying to get from car 5 to 4. “Well guess that was the holdup…” Said starting to wonder if there weren’t any monsters around here.

The mouse was one thing, but this guy? Hell, he looks like he could just as step on me as well chop me in half. And if he had been the one to hold everyone from before then it not like my measly ass could do much. Or was there? I paused to think as my eyes jump from car to car as an ideal form. I would only have one shot and it would have to be fast or else I’m dead. It was going to suck, but we needed to team away from this to help at the front. Steeling myself as I pulled on a pair of leather gloves and drew my sword before dashing it.

During a short pause between the two groups, it seems they were trying to find an opening in either side guard. However, what neither side expect was a small blue blur to come flying in between them. With all the might I could muster I stabbed my blade into the connector joint of car 4 and 5. Without wasting a moment ice began to blow out of my whole body freezing everything within a meter around me. More than with the landing pat or even the glue, I used my blade as a focus point to freeze the steel from the inside out. Living up to its name reaching absolute zero within seconds and with a hard twist, a snapping of steel could be heard loudly as both the connector and the tip of my blade broke apart.

Falling onto my side I quickly slap my hand onto the ground sending a pillar of ice out to push the now disconnected car 5 away before a very confused and shocked Jet could make the rapidly growing gap. I couldn’t help but grin wildly hearing the sound of a very angry man fade away as we speed along. This would be the moment most people would land some one-liner to seal the deal, but honestly, I was just too tired.

Turning to team Thorn's very confused faces, I could feel my aura flicker as I push myself up against the wall. “Sup?” Yeah, it was lame, but you try coming up with something with a major brain freeze, and then we’ll talk. “We need you guys upfront. Trading one for four seems like a rather good deal.” I said as for the second time in one day most of my limbs were numb from my own semblance.

Word count: 980/5,536

Rolling Problem: Goodbye Jet (Obs 10)
Using Sem E(0),Agi E(+1), Speed E(+1)
Result: 7,10,7 (Pass)

[Argent Steele]

I know you got hate in you. Most do.
Trick is to use it, 'stead of it usin' you.

But you know this. Vengeance is a motivator, not the motive.
Don't hunt 'em 'cause you been wronged.
Hunt 'em 'cause what they did was wrong.
There's a world of difference there, kid.
One makes you selfish. The other makes you a hero.

And I see a hero in you.

❝

"Situation dire, our team's been compromised. Devices are still active. Execute Operation Beta. I repeat, situation dire, our team's been compromised."

The Scroll buzzed urgently from where it had fallen. Argent stepped over the still body of its former owner and reached down to pick it up, brushing the dirt and leaf litter away from the screen.

There had been six of them, preparing to detonate explosives planted across a ridge that would send rocks scattering down on to the tracks and blocking off the Argus Limited from ever making it to Mistral. This was in addition to the people already present on the train, attempting to take it over - some sort of advance team, or backup team, perhaps.

There had been six of them. All of them had been wearing different pieces of armor, all wearing masks. Two of them had had shotguns, or some variants thereof. One had been manning a communications relay, and a bulky one at that. A large affair that had been carried here and set up in two crates about a meter wide and tall each. This wasn't fancy and new tech, but it was durable, cheap, and more importantly - it was encrypted, ensuring that their transmissions couldn't be hacked into, even if they were intercepted. One had an assault rifle. Another had a pair of high caliber pistols. And the very last one had a sword - albeit one that could transform into another form, though he had never had the chance to use it.

There had been no time for stealth when their Manta roared over as they had scouted the area - the three Faunus had quickly picked out their targets from the air and dropped into the hot zone, banking straight for their targets. Shin let off a volley mid-air, blasts of fire coming from his Semblance infused revolver - three of them below had their Auras shattered in an instant, breaking apart like so much glass, while the others dived for cover. Jade had streaked across the distance like a missile - the Huntress' gauntlet gleamed silver as she slammed feet first into one of the remaining ones with Aura. Argent nocked his arrows and fired - another Aura shattered.

And then, fire rushed up to meet them from the last enemy with enough Aura left to use their Semblance - actual bursts of flame, like a walking flamethrower. There had been more fire - actual ammunition this time, from the rest of the six - still perfectly capable of firing their weapons despite their broken Auras. Shin and Argent tucked into rolls upon the ground as Jade laid about the enemies with her Talonfall, blood spilling black into the spring air. The two male Faunus came up as one, one firing flame and the other steel.

There had been six.

Now there were none.

Argent wouldn't say that it had gotten easier to kill people now that he was out in the field and working on missions with his one time mentors, but he supposed in some way the sentiment was accurate. He had had an issue at one time, but after Rochdale everything seemed so much more simpler in comparison. He had certainly gotten better at it, and he didn't think about it much any more after the fact. He acknowledged it, examined the action from all sides, tucked it away, and moved on. He sometimes wondered about it, if that meant that something inside of him was broken. Shin had advised therapy when there was time, since it always helped to speak with a professional - but there was no time. There rarely was, these days, not with the shortage of Huntsmen and Huntresses. It was why they had never visited when he was handling his education, and why he was out there with them, travelling from village to village to stem the tide of Grimm flowing across the land.

The current affair reminded him, oddly enough, of one of his first few missions when he was still starting out in Haven - enough details were different, but it was still centered around the Argus Limited, and it, too, had involved a hijacking. He still remembered, though minutiae got away from him. He remembered Qiu'li, and Braun, and Elena. All gone now, one way or another. But there wasn't time for remembrance now.

Argent dusted the Scroll off and reached out for the dangling line of rope from the Manta. A massive swarm of Grimm had just passed over them not long ago, heading towards the Argus Limited, and a decent amount had broken off to attack them here. They had just finished wiping out the last of the remnants, but the Manta quickly reported a second swarm coming their way. He would have stayed to help Shin and Jade, but the older of the two men had quickly ordered him to head back to reinforce the team responding to the assault on the train.

"You're the best at large area of effect attacks against the Grimm," Shin had growled, spinning a new clip into his revolver, which he then snapped closed.

"They need you there."

Shin and Jade had stayed to hold the second swam off while the Manta took him up and away from the ridge they had just so recently prevented from being destroyed. He wasn't that worried about them - Shin had clear sightlines for his gun and Jade could keep them fighting for a long time yet. The skies were relatively free in between the two swarms, and he took the time to center himself and take a deep breath, without bothering to climb up the rope ladder all the way into the Manta's cargo bay. Instead, he simply hung there, holding on to the rope with his feet and one arm, and stared at the train a ways off and below, coming towards him. He watched as a pair of figures, one distinctly familiar, took out the queen and then the majority of the swarm, using an even more familiar Semblance.

Bianca had improved since the last time he had seen her, so he saw.

The other figure, however, despite an impressive first performance, had quickly gotten into trouble once her burst of strength had worn off, and crashed to the roof of the train in a heap once she had pulled herself up from a grisly death by falling off. However, the Centinels that had emerged from the mountainside seemed determined to disabuse her of that accomplishment, and were in the process of spraying acid at the train where she was lying. The snake Faunus released his grip on the rope ladder and dropped like a stone, using his Semblance to accelerate him and taking the damage on his Aura as he redirected his momentum into a slide, snatching Ruqa by her ankle and rolling up into a sprint. Argent planted his right foot and braced it against the roof before bringing the hand holding her ankle up and around in a swing. The young woman was unceremoniously thrown with a little help from his Semblance, sending her sliding towards the open door of the next carriage - and taking her straight through, putting her in the safety of the passenger car proper. Argent himself, however, was now subject to the whims of several very angry Centinels, who started lobbing their acidic projectiles at him in quick succession.

Being in better shape than Ruqa was, however, the snake Faunus spun himself into an evasive stance and flipped back around to face his foes, firing off arrows in return. That, however, quickly stopped as he had to focus on weaving through the barrage of acidic sprays and projectiles, forcing him into a gauntlet in which he had no chance of escaping without outside interference. The Centinels couldn't hit him - but neither could he shoot them down.

Attempting Crisis: Kill the acid spewing Centinel's (Combatant 15)
Skill used: Semblance C + 1 + Heroism

Roll: [2] + 5 + 8 = 15 (SUCCESS)

Introducing Crisis: I have had enough of these god damn Centinels on this god damn train (Combatant 15)

WHISPER OF THE WYRM (SEMBLANCE): [RANK C]

SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: SPEED OF THE SCYLLA (SPEED) [RANK E]
SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: DANCE OF THE DRAGON (AGILITY) [RANK C]
SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: GLARE OF THE GORGON (MARKSMANSHIP) [RANK E]
SERPENT’S BENEDICTION: WINGS OF THE WYVERN (ACROBATICS) [RANK F]
SERPENT’S BENEDICTION: TALONS OF THE TARASQUE (MARTIAL ARTS)[RANK F]

OUROBOROS (WEAPON): [RANK E]

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MADE BY MIZO

[Kishka Burzanova]

KISHKA BURZANOVA

Assistance came in the form of Valentine and her knightly semblance. Very much appreciated assistance, as a matter of fact. Her Aura strained as the speeding train threatened to tear her limbs right off, but she held fast, keeping the front car from escaping through sheer force of will alone. It was a relief when the armored arms reached down, grabbing onto the locking mechanism she had been holding together with her body. The pressure removed from her Aura, she quickly climbed up, and onto the edge of Car Two, watching as the powerful figure did its work, locking the cars back together manually. She hadn't quite caught Valentine's comment as she came over to help, but she assumed it wasn't too important. "Thanks..." She took a moment to lean against the car, catching her breath. There didn't seem to be any time for that, however. A lot of the terrorists had been dealt with, but whatever was going on in the front car was going to be troublesome. And the buzzing in the distance confirmed her suspicions that they weren't out of the woods yet. Lancers. And Ravagers from the looks of the black mass approaching. Not good. On their own, Lancers were bad enough- they were big enough and fast enough to threaten the train at its less armored points, piercing through the thinner metals and the windows with their stingers, and attacking passengers that way. But Ravagers complicated this significantly. They were small enough to fit into the spaces opened by the Lancers, meaning once they reached the train... She had seen what happened to people faced with a Ravager swarm before. She glanced down at her hands, instinctively, but found none of the blood she had expected; only the solace of golden vambraces and gauntlets. Comforting. She had very intentionally made sure that her "uniform" included a covering for her arms and hands. It was good to find that it worked this well in practice. She was also grateful to have a team that was competent and up for the task at hand. Things were going more smoothly than she might have imagined, initially. Most of the threats were neutralized as quickly as they came up. What could have been a horrific national tragedy was turning out to be a very well-suited problem for their numbers and abilities. She'd made the right call on who to bring along. She climbed onto the rooftop, onto the second train car, and readied herself as best as she could for the approaching swarm. Valentine and Bianca seemed to have the situation handled, as far as the two figures attempting to bail out of the first car- one of whom was Kassandra Wraith. Kishka frowned at the sight of the mysterious woman. It was annoying that she had been duped by a terrorist. Even if only for a few seconds, that was still long enough for the woman to make a getaway, potentially with a hostage. Or, at best, an accomplice. The blonde woman was an unknown factor entirely, though she claimed to be the copilot. For her sake, Kishka hoped she was telling the truth. But she had no time to deal with that, right then. The swarm was approaching fast, and she was cursing herself for losing her weapon to Rybalka. She was still out a viable ranged option, until the new prototype was finished. It was annoying. She'd have to settle with finding a way to get up close and personal with the swarm. She began to charge across the cars, to the edge of the first one, only to be alarmed by a sudden noise.. Footsteps approached rapidly from behind, and she whipped around, prepared to strike if needed, only to smile as she recognized Ruqa running up. Her speed was impressive- the purple-haired Huntress was fast, but Ruqa was even faster. Kishka stopped running at the edge, seeing that Ruqa seemed to have a better plan in mind than her own. And watching the other woman leap out into the mass of Grimm, to take out their leader, she figured she had made the right call- Ruqa could handle that, and now that Bianca had dealt with the "copilot," she too had rejoined the fray, battering down Lancers and Ravagers with her powerful semblance. Kishka did her best to hold off most of the stragglers that made it past the other two Huntresses. As they approached the train, they would be swiftly met with the business end of her umbrella, which shot out from her hands via her semblance to spear the ones outside of her melee range, as she laid into the ones charging at her directly with hard punches and kicks, until her weapon was freed up to return to her hands again. It was over almost as soon as it began. In the midst of all the chaos, though, she had missed the new arrival, as well as Ruqa's perilous near-fall from the train, as the Centinels appeared. Her eyes fell immediately on the serpentine faunus who had finally made it to the party, just in time to help Ruqa up and take some of the heat off of her, by facing off against the Centinels. But he could only do so much about their acid-spraying attacks. One shot towards him, a devastating direct hit to his face if it were allowed to land. She didn't allow it to. Moving with a burst of speed, Kishka threw herself in between him and the acidic assault immediately, tanking the attack with her Aura- as little as she had remaining. Still, she was durable enough that the acid barely stung her, gliding off her body and onto the ground below. "Hey you. Glad you could make it." She smiled at Argent, before turning to face the Centinels. She was doing a fine job of making herself into a shield against them, but there was still another unforeseen issue that required their extermination. The acid that was hitting her, and falling off, was still doing damage. To the tracks. And if someone more easily capable of hitting them fast-moving ranged Grimm didn't take them down quickly, there was a good chance of either her Aura wearing out, the train derailing from the damaged tracks, or both. Not exactly the romantic reunion she had hoped for.

29% | WC// 1062 | TWC// 4774

✬

Attempting Crisis: I Have Had Enough of these Goddamn Centinels on this Goddamn Train (Combatants 15)
Skill Used: Durability (C) + HEROISM
Roll: 3 + 12 = 15 (SUCCESS)

Introducing Crisis: Okay, This is Just Getting Ridiuclous... (Hazard 15)

[Jay]

There was an immediate hush as the doctor now known as Butcher spoke up over the passengers.

And, thanks to him taking charge so easily and quickly, the civilians were surprisingly quick and efficient in organizing themselves and following his orders. Some were hesitant at first, but with an authority figure established, and easily actionable goals, they too fell in line in short order.

Those with minor injuries helped the less fortunate to their seats, and those with at least a little first aid knowledge set to work helping the most critical cases. And the old village guard took up his post as the train car’s protector with dignity and alertness, patrolling the perimeter of the car in search of any danger that could blindside them.

In the back cars, THRN was still holding up remarkably well, alongside Ruqa, as they collectively tried to force Jet back into Car Five, in order to ditch him in a much more efficient manner.

But he was a powerful fighter, and none of them really seemed especially well-equipped to deal with his seemingly impenetrable Aura and armor, or his devastating swordplay.

Luckily, Opal’s arrival came at a perfect time, just before Jet could prepare to unleash a lethal blow on the aura-broken Wilt. The blue blur caught Jet off guard, just enough for the the swordswoman to sidestep his downward strike, splintering the steel floor where it hit, but missing her collarbone, and what would have easily been the last thing she ever saw, had it not been for the momentary distraction.

The icy blade connected fast and unhindered, separating the train cars with ease.

And, thanks to good timing on the other end of the train, the cars behind the first were now benefitting from the engine speeding up, while the newly separated Car Five was swiftly left in the dust, aided by Opal’s last ice pillar shoving it away.

Jet roared with rage, but it was now the roar of a caged lion- he couldn’t catch back up, no matter how hard he tried. On the other hand, he was free to escape now, but he could no longer help his cause.

Immediately, he radio’d in for the reinforcements up ahead, but all he found was silence.

Damn.

The Huntsmen were good. Too good. He jammed his hefty sword down, anchoring into the ground behind the train car, in an attempt to slow himself to a stop. He would have his vengeance another day.

Starting with blondie… He refused to accept that he had been abandoned and betrayed by his own subordinate.

Speaking of which, she shut her crying act up, resorting to mere sniffles, as soon as she was ordered to by Bianca. Now shackled and cuffed, she followed along to the inside of Car Two, where Reed was available to watch her for any signs of funny business.

One Huntsman?

She figured she could take him. But she wasn’t willing to try, just yet. Instead, she simply sat near him, in fearful silence, doing her best to play the part of a frightened hostage in all of this. It was a fairly convincing act- she was a good liar, and had little issue with doing so.

And in all of this chaos, with the swarm of Grimm she’d stirred up, she had no doubt that her ride should be taking care of her very soon.

Incidentally, that swarm was chewed to pieces by the barrage of Huntresses making mincemeat out of the Grimm.

So hopefully Chloro had already capitalized on that distraction…

A few Lancers and Ravagers made their way past the trio of death, though, breaking in through the door and windows to terrorize the civilians. Luckily for them, Reed was there, and also the old man with the glue gun.

He saw the flying Grimm roll up, and instead of being scared, he trusted in Opal’s judgment, and just started blasting. Flying Grimm are much less scary when their wings are covered in gloopy goo, and their stingers and fangs are too gunked up to be a threat. Even if the glue gun seemed to not be working as well as it did before, when its owner was wielding it, it was still pretty nasty. And it made it easy for him to go around, bashing in the couple of invading Grimm with the butt of the glue gun.

What a hero.

Speaking of heroes, there begged a very important question- they had successfully handled almost every threat laid before them, but there was still the very important matter of actually stopping the train.

The Argus Limited’s engines were overclocked and burning hot, sending the train careening towards the city at a rapid pace. They needed to put a stop to the bombs onboard still, but they also needed to figure out how the hell to slow the train down before it was too late.

If only there were somebody on board who knew how to operate a train...

DM Problem #11: Who's Driving this Thing...? (Social 11)

SPOILER: Click to show

WC: 832 // TWC: 5540

DM Problem #1: Secure Squad Entry to the Train, From Manta (Obstacle 9)
Solved by Opal. 19 OP.
DM Problem #2: Identify the Identity of the Hijackers (Social 11)
Solved by Chloro. 21 OP.
Kishka Problem #1: Lancer Swarm Attacking the Manta (Combatants 10)
Solved by Bianca. 20 OP.
Opal Problem #1: Help the reinforcement reach the train rooftop safely (Hazard 10)
Solved by Reed. 20 OP.
Reed Crisis: Secure line to train (Hazard 10)
Solved by Ruqa.
Ruqa Problem #1: Clear the Smoke Hiding the Terrorists (Hazard 8)
Solved by Kishka. 18 OP.
Chloro Problem #1: Identify the Function of the Devices (Social 11)
Solved by Kishka. 21 OP.
Ruqa Problem #2: Deal with the Bad-Mouthed Mouse! (Combatants 12)
Attempted by Ruqa. Solved by Opal. 27 OP.
Opal Problem #2: Info on the Go! (Social 11)
Solved by Reed. 21 OP.
Bianca Problem #1: Stop the Gunman from Using the Turret. (Obstacle 10)
Solved by Kishka. 20 OP.
DM Problem #3: Reach the Train’s Cargo (Obstacle 11) - Info Given Upon Success
Solved by Ruqa. 21 OP.
DM Problem #4: Get Past the Mysterious Liquid (Hazard 12) - Info Given Upon Success
Solved by Reed. 22 OP.
Ruqa Crisis: Get to Ruqa and Nik Before They Kill Each Other (Obstacle 11)
Solved by Bianca.
DM Problem #5: Defeat “Carmim Clover”
(Must Be Completed in Order:)
Combatants 13: Fight “Carmim”
Solved by Valentine. 23 OP.
Social 14: Free the Passengers from the Glue
Solved by Opal. 24 OP.
DM Problem #6: Defeat Jet
(Any Order)
Obstacle 15: Rescue the Cargo, Without Flying Overboard
Attempted by Bianca. Solved by Ruqa. 34 OP.
Combatants 17: Fight “Jet”
Attempted by Ruqa. 9 OP.
Valentine Problem #1: Catch Valentine Up! (Social 6)
Solved by Biana. 16 OP.
Bianca Problem #2: Goodbye Jet (Obstacle 10)
Attempted by Ruqa, Solved by Opal. 25 OP.
DM Problem #7: Calm the Passengers (Social 12)
Solved by Opal. 22 OP.
DM Problem #8: Stop Nastya From Detaching the Engine Car (Hazard 16)
Solved by Kishka. 26 OP.
Kishka Problem #2: Between a Rock and Hard Place (Hazard 12)
Solved by Valentine. 22 OP.
Chloro Problem #2: Bullethell (Hazard 14)
Solved by Bianca. 24 OP.
DM Problem #9a: The Swarm (Combatants 14)
Solved by Bianca. 24 OP.
DM Problem #9b: The Queen (Combatants 15)
Solved by Ruqa. 25 OP.
DM Problem #10: Bombs Away (Obstacle 12)

Ruqa Crisis: Kill the Centinels (Combatants 15)
Solved by Argent.
Argent Crisis: Kill the Centinels (Combatants 15)
Solved by Kishka.
Kishka Crisis: Kill the Centinels (Hazard 15)


OP: 504


Opal: 121 RP (Solved DM Problem #1, Problem Solved by Reed, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Problem Solved by Reed, Solved DM Problem #5b, Solved DM Problem #7, Solved Bianca’s Problem)
Chloro: 45 RP (Solved DM Problem #2, Problem Solved by Kishka, Problem Solved by Bianca)
Reed: 60 RP (Solved Opal’s Problem, Solved Opal’s Problem)
Ruqa: 120 RP (Solved Reed’s Crisis, Problem Solved by Kishka, Problem Solved by Opal, Solved DM Problem #3, Attempted DM Problem #6b, Solved DM Problem #6a, Attempted Bianca’s Problem, Solved DM Problem #9b)
Bianca: 130 RP (Solved Kishka’s Problem, Problem Solved by Kishka, Solved Ruqa’s Crisis, Attempted DM Problem #6a, Solved Valentine’s Problem, Solved Chloro’s Problem, Solved DM Problem #9a, Problem Solved by Opal.)
Kishka: 122 RP (Problem Solved by Bianca, Solved Ruqa’s Problem, Solved Bianca’s Problem, Solved Chloro’s Problem, Solved DM Problem #8, Problem Solved by Valentine, Solved Argent’s Crisis.)
Valentine: 46 RP (Solved DM Problem #5a, Problem Solved by Bianca, Solved Kishka’s Problem.)
Argent: 20 RP (Solved Ruqa’s Crisis)