Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140920215822/@comment-5543592-20140921215044

(You are correct Rider.  You'll see.)

"Everyone in their seats!" Yelled Emrey. The Crawler had been through hell. On the outside it was missing a plate of armor, resulting in that area being structurally weak. The exterior itself had multiple scratch marks and one of the wheel's rubber was completely torn to bits. The Crawler's suspension also must have been messed up, as one side was signifgantly lower than the other.

The controls themselves weren't much better. Luckily it all was practically all magic that ran the machine, no electronics or the sort. Still Harridan's dagger had done some damage, and the wheel would only turn right and the lever was stuck in the off position.

Emrey began cranking the lever rapidly, but it didn't budge and the Ex-Wife didn't stir. Dagon pounded closer.

"Come on. Come on..." He put all of his weight into it, slamming into the lever.

Dagon reached the vehicle, looming over it.

"Come on... come- Shor!" The Prince rammed the greatsword down through the roof of the vehicle, resulting in a the blade going straight in between Galadir's legs, barely missing them. The point however an inch or so over the floor.

Emrey leaned back in the benchs and grabbed the edge of the seat. He kicked the lever once. Nothing.

He kicked it again. The lever went slack, sending it flying forward from the force of the kick. The Crawler whirred to life and the machine sped forward, heading into the Thalmor camp. Dagon cursed as it bumped into his leg. The greatsword, still impaled in the Crawler's hide, went with it. Emrey jerked the wheel and turned the Crawler around, heading in the direction of the Imperial City. Dagon sprinted after them. Damn, he was fast.

"I want you all to hit that son of a bitch every thing you've got.  Aim for his chest!" Order Emrey, struggling to retain control of the damaged vehicle.