Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150322030120/@comment-25686329-20150405194001

((Also, for those of you who drop out or are eliminated, stick around until the end. We could potentially show the aftermath of the event.))

The Yankee was cornering them towards the library.

Ticktania knew she was running out of shells, so she elected to conserve ammo and sprint hard for cover.

The Yankee, due to his escapades in armour, had absurdly high stamina and could pack more munitions than the average person of his size. The Clock Vision flashed a horrific, traumatic declaration of 'HOSTILE DETECTED -- THREAT LEVEL HIGH -- HEAVILY ARMED AND PROTECTED' which was starting to eat away at Ticktania's calm.

Upon reaching the location, she had little time to bar the door, instead dragging Minuette behind an overturned, paint-splattered table to keep them away from projectile fire.

Her voice was low and harsh, grim. "Minuette..." she said quietly. "I'm afraid this shall be our... Final Adventure together..." her breathing was ragged in a fear she was trying to mask.

- - -

The Yankee followed them in, pistol in one hand, makeshift sheild in the other.

"By my count you have two shots left... That's not enough to do... well, anything really." the Yankee chuckled darkly. "Look, I'll make it quick. Dancer, I won't make you watch -- if you toss her out now, you'll live."

((Let's go for the Dramatic Sacrifice/ Dying Words scene!))