Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5583506-20140930194815

Datadragon Odahviing wrote: "Demon or not, I'd the the hell out of this building, before some actual crap happens. Summoning such wings are useful in all situations" said Francois, before he was interrupted when an artillery shell burst a chunk of the building open and opened it to the sky. (He actually used them before, to engage Levithiel earlier)

A lucky thing, because the next thing Francois saw was a red priming laser. The rangefinder that would target the white beam of destruction that was to come from the sky. Even with all the dark arts he learnt from Hermaeus, he wouldn't survive.

"Not looking good, I don't know how I can get you out, because I can't really fly with extra weight. Um, would you want this?" asked Francois, brandishing a single use force field generator "would probably save you if you jumped and timed it just right, it's only the 50th story..." "No worries there, wingman", she said and took off her backpack.

She opened it up and brought up a pair of small, black, roundish devices. "Anti-G boosters from the Nerevar Corporations", she explained. "For all your rougish deeds. You attach them to the heel of your boots like this..." She put the boosters onto her footings with a clicking noise. "And then you can simply adjust them to your liking of how much gravity they will repel and/or attract. They come quite in handy when leaping over rooftops, running from... well... guys like you."

She smiled slyly. "Well, maybe not quite like you, but cops in general."