"STEAM LONDON" Game Thread

[MWBailey]

Dreyfuss emerged on deck with Elisha, Emma, and Ella. he found no enemy forces alive, but diod see a lot of dead ones, and lots of debris. the heat cannons seemed untouched, but a couple of the deckguns looked as if they might have been spiked, and in such a manner that trying to clear them by firing would cause an explosion.

"Be careful of that gun there, and that one over there, they look as if they've been spiked," he said to the others. He then realized that they probably already knew about spiking guns, and Elisha at least might have spiked a few himself. Oh well, at least you didnt let another problem go without telling anyone, dimwit. He them whipped about, The coilgun held at bayonet-ready position, as something landed on the deck with the sound of wings folding. ANOTHER commodore? this must be mating seas-- oh. it's Cain.He let his breath out in a whoosh. "Cain, you are a sight for sore eyes!"

[Nigel Wetherby]

"It is very good to see you as well, Mister Dreyfuss!" Cain said with a blissful smile. It was as if he had not laid witness to the confecion-based deaths of hundreds of cold ones.
"Is anyone hurt? Me and Angel will be glad to provide medical assistance! Miss Jen is currently...Indesposed."
Here jen released a cataclysmic belch.

[MWBailey]

"LAFITTE'S...ER...stomach...I guess," said Dreyfuss, slightly nonplussed. "is...Miss Jen... all right...?"

[MWBailey]

"I've got this bite, here," Dreyfuss said, showing Cain the holes in the vest, sourrounded by dried blood, "but I doctored it some and it will probably be fine. there're probably worse injuries elsewhere -- on other people, I mean." he suddenly felt a bit lightheaded, but shook his head, hard, and cleared it.

"The important thing is, my ward is out there in a flying tank, with god knows what kind of engine or fuel, or how much is left."

The sound of rapid-firing gatling guns suddenly roared out of the night, along with a really odd motor noise, and a few cold ones that were unlucky enough to be drifting by exploded as if they'd been shot (which they had, of course), and the shadowy form of irene's tank, firing and executing a barrel roll, shot past, eliminating another cold one by ramming.

"And there she goes now," Dreyfuss said as he and everyone got back to their feet after having dove for cover, pride and worry practically sloughing off of him.

"THAT is why I tried to get George to relay the info; is that thing an aether-powered tank or not? She's evidently one hell of a warrior, and a hot pilot, but dammit, she needs to rest before the fuel runs out and she makes a vertical hole in the ground; she's been flying like that, back and forth, all over the map, for at least 3 hours."

[Vancouver Air Privateer]

Elisha watched as the tank sped by. It was armoured and armed well enough to be a deadly counter to the Hell Galleons, which burst in splinters. The circle of airships around the Boheme began to fall towards the ground, one by one, leaving a flaming trail in the sky. However, the airships above them still proved to be a problem. The Boheme shuddered as a galleon landed on top of her, the frame fibrating.

"Damn...the deck!" said Elisha. They're going to be pouring down from above us ..." He looked out. Another airship was coming from outside the field of battle, looking like it was going to make a landing beside the Boheme. This one seemed to be better armoured. A commodore's ship, perhaps? It seemed to have come from the direction Jen and Patrick had arrived from. Elisha had also briefly seen that damn clown again. Was he still here? He'd have to watch his back against someone like that.

"Someone's got to get up there before they've swamped the upper levels...." he said grimly.

[MWBailey]

"I'll go," Dreyfuss said, and hurried off, checking on the way to be sure the boat gun was loaded on the way, and called over his shoulder, "at least one for backup'd be nice, two or more a godsend." and then he was gone, up the stairwell.

[E.A. Claringbold]

Forget running into the bodies of monsters and the likes. She was going to take on something bigger now. Irene did not know how well the armor held, but she decided now would be a good time to find out exactly how tough was its shell. She did take into mind that if the armor did not hold as well as she estimated itself to be, she was in a world of trouble that reached from damage to crashing.  Shame, she could not use the shrapnel shells while in air, but a consolation was the fact that this hulking beauty ran on aether.

Gunning the tank, she charged the thing straight to a ship, plowing any other opposition. The other ship, noticing their opposition’s odd behavior began to shoot, hoping to deter it before it would embrace them unwontedly.   Just before both ships collided, a slightly touched laugh bubbled from Irene’s lips and continued after her tank ripped through the weaker other. Different sounds from both ships told her that one was aching while the other healthy, but hers was not without its new dents, pits, and scratches. Still, at least she was not the one in danger just yet. Allowing herself a wild cry of exhilaration, she turned to see that the Boheme was being landed by another ship. Assuming that they could hold their own, she proceeded to take care of those who were not in such close proximity to the Boheme. A thought did drift through sincerely as to the condition of Dreyfuss, just before she crashed into another ship.

[MWBailey]

Dreyfuss paused at the upper landing, before the short flight of steps to teh upper deck. so far, no resistance had been encountered in the stairwell, but now the sounds of both cold ones and occultists sounded from the other side of the hatch-door that led to the deck though the language was predominately Russian, it had the sound that was ubiquitous to any en masse boarding operation:

Form up! Sappers to the point! recon, get up here! Stradislav, get your butt moving or I'll shoot it myself!

Ominous clanks sounded on the hatch itself. Dear God, MAGNETIC CHARGES,[/] Dreyfuss thought, and threw all caution to the wind, and ran up to the door, and unbolted it; it swung inward by about two inches, as he silently leapt back down to the landing, where Abe and the others waited; they formed a volley line that nosed just around the corner, and waited.

Curt  orders in russian and different clangs sounded as the charges, apparently, were removed. then, the enemy came and swung the door open, and walked in, blithely ignorant of the booming death that awaited them; Dreyfuss and Abe in the front, Dreyfuss with the boat gun, and Abe with the goose gun, borrowed from Rowland. The enemy never made it past the corner, as first Dreyfuss opened up with the boat gun,

BOOOOOOMMMM!!!

and then Abe with the goose gun,

BOOOMMMM!!!

then the others firing continuously, Dreyfuss joining in with rapid fire from the carbine.

The top landing was covered with the detritus and body parts of the enemy, and filled with the cordite and powder smoke from the volleys, but Dreyfuss drew his saber, gripped the carbine with his left hand and yelled CHAAAARRGGEE!!! and ran out the hatchway, screaming Bloody Murder in English, Spanish, and Waterfront Polyglot, slashing , punching, shooting at point blank range and shorter, forcing the enemy on the deck to back away, the occultists dying and screaming in terror at not one, but what had to be at least a company of out-of-uniform British imperial marines (in truth it was only four very angry, determined, and tricky Boheme crewfolk!).

[T.Taylor the Third]

Trip had stopped humming in favor of singing....For some reason he chouse to sing God bless America puntuated by lazer fire
"God bless america *ZZAP* Land that i love *PIWPIW* Stand beside her and guide her...."
He was realy enjoying this fight probley a bit to much.

[Nigel Wetherby]

Scraps tilted his head at the sight of the fleeing soldiers who backed away at the advances of the mad dreyfuss. He turned to patrick with an urgent whimper, to which Patrick responded with a familiar smirk.

"Get back you damn space-squid-lovin'-bastards!" Dreyfuss snarled, digging a blade into an unfortunate soldier's chest. However, his tyraid was ended when a cool metal something pressed against the back of his head. The 12th commodore narrowed his eyes at the wild american soldier.
"Listen, you damn yokel. I have just chased a madman, his witch lover, and two constructs through germany, only to lose them when they are drunk and riding a CANDY CLIPPER!" His voice was weighed down upon by the weight of his failures.
"I will be DAMNED if you and this damn crew make my life any worse than it is!!" His voice boomed authoritatively, but the last half was unheard, as it was washed away like twigs in the tide as Patrick let loose a primal scream upon the back of an all-too-playful scraps.
"Oh you must be joking..." the twelfth commodore growled.

[MWBailey]

Dreyfuss took the opportunity to whip around, duck, and deliver a deep thrust to the commodore's hip, narrowly avoiding the bullet that almost took off his ear and the head beside it. bringing up the carbine, he zipped two plasmic spheres of agony across the commodore's face. "Im a Texian, a Marauder, and a damned sight meaner'n any "yokel" you ever faced, fancy boy, and MY rank is a REAL commodore!" CRACK!! CRACK!! Two more carbine rounds went into the commodore's right hip; Dreyfuss had had the idea that perhaps it would be easier to bring down one of these "commodores" by whittling them down, starting at the extremities and moving inward...

[Vancouver Air Privateer]

A new swarm of Cold Ones arrived with the Twelfth Commodore on his airship. Elisha smashed into these with his shoulder, their tight formation causing them to fall. He put his foot on the one closest and fired a round into it's brain. He began unloading at the Cold Ones that had fallen before him, trying to take them out before they could get back up. He saw that Dreyfuss was engaging the commodore. Elisha whipped his rifle up, but as he did, the commodore whipped a vial out of his jacket, tossing it at him. On instinct, Elisha fired off a bullet which amazing hit the vial in midair. He was shocked with a thick fluid spilt out, which spontaneously ignited. ELisha leapt back as the flames splashed to the floor. This Commodore, despite a lower ranking, did seem to have some tricks up his sleeve.

Tobias steadily watched the crew that surrounded him. He was very outnumbered and outgunned. The thought came to him that maybe Viktor and the Tsar had intended for him to die. Of course they had no reason to...but they had no reason to keep him alive. He was entirely expendable so there was going to be no help. The only way he could get through this is to carefully use his various mixtures to keep the crew off balance...then make his move. He needed to get to that witch...

[Nigel Wetherby]

Patrick and Scraps plowed in between the swathe of enemies and Dreyfuss. He knew the old warrior would be okay. He and Scraps had become a beautifully synchronised flurry of blood, cloth, and various bits of organic matter. Broad, tearing sweeps delivered by scraps were punctuated by precise thrusts from patrick's rapier. Patrick's eyes zeroed in on the look on Tobias' face.
"I know who you are. A commodore, but you're like Cadens. You have a reason for being here. You have a motice. What is it?" Patrick demanded.

  An intoxicated Jen brawled with an unarmed soldier who's weapon had been stolen by Jen herself. She made wild, alchohol-hazed stabs towards the constantly dodging soldier. She finally rewarded his relfex to dodge by punching him across the nose with the hand which did not hold the saber. She then promptly bashed him over the head with the pommel of that same saber.
"An' shtay down ye damn...ye damn...not...good...person!" Jen was not as eloquent as she was sober.

Cain and Angel flew astride the soaring tank, once they had established its pilot was no foe the three began to execute syncrhonised aerial attacks. Angel's feathers soared through the clear sky, searing and slicing the flesh of those tho attempted to fire upon Cain or the tank. Cain maintained footing atop the tank, singing a song of a mine that bore steel from heaven itself. Smaller shells and blasts bounced uselessly off the side of the tank. When she fired, he sang a song of a hawk swooping down upon prey, letting the shell zero in on targets she did not see.

[MWBailey]

Dreyfuss saw the fire on the deck, and got a really evil idea; drawing the saber again, he cut some of the coat's lining in the areas that had been ripped by occutltists' musketfire, and then wrapped them around the blade, all the while snapping rounds at the commodore to keep him off balance for patrick. He then stuck the fabric on the end of the saber...CRACK!!CRACK!!...and fished the flask out of his possibles bag, popped teh cork and let it dangle, took a mouth-searing swig, and then poured part of the contents on the commodore's leg, and dashed partof it on a group of cold ones who were sneaking around Elisha's flank.

Dreyfuss then corked the flask and put it away, CRACK!! and stuck the fabric-covered end of the sword into the blaze on the deck, and whipped the improvised torch from the commodore, then at the cold ones, and laughed a dirty chortle as both went up in flames, albeit the commodore only briefly, as he poured oine of his vials on the flames. Dreyfuss sensed that the vial had a different purpose than as a fire retardant, since the commodore's determined smirk turned regretful for an instant, watching the liquid turn the flames bright purple, and then extinguishing them.

Dreyfuss noticed that the commodore kept hedging around, trying to back away but always apparently moving in Jen's direction; he also noticed that ... Tobias, was it? He was always focusing on Miss Jen, though he was trying not to show it. Dreyfuss then noticed a vial poking out of the commodore's inside coat pocket, around which the commodore's hands kept trying to maintain a protective screen. An empty vial. What could he possibly want from Jen to put in a vial? he puzzled, and why?

"PATRICK!" he shouted "IT'S MISS JEN! WHATEVER HE'S AFTER, IT HAS TO DO WITH MISS JEN!!"[/i] Dreyfuss kept on, despite Patrick's irritated glance, "That empy vial, poking out of his coat, he keeps fingering it and looking at Jen!" Dreyfuss, suddenly seized with a wild, enraged impulse, shot "Tobias" in the groin, and then with a high-pitched, screaming war-whoop, swatted inward with the saber at the vial, shattering it and two others, one of which had apparently been filled with vitriol, since the extremely acidic liquid splashed on "Tobias'" chest and began to eat away at the coat, vest, shirt, and the flesh beneath, causing Tobias to scream in frustration, rage, and agony. "YOU BASTARD BUMPKIN!!" Tobias raged, I will DESTROY you for that!! and he flung one of his last three vials at Dreyfuss, who deftly flicked out with his saber, deflected the vial over in amongst the cold ones still on the enemy ship, not bothering to see what it did, but having a distinct feeling he would wish that he hadn't looked, if he had. Tobias then shouted something none of them expected; HER BLOOD! I must have the witch's BLOOD to save my BELOVED" Having sobbed that last bit, and with tears streaming down his cheeks, the commodore struggled  and then simply bowled into Patrick and Scraps, who were momentarily caught off-guard and pushed aside. Dreyfuss, intent upon stopping the commodore no matter what he wanted, dashed in behind and slashed downward at Tobias' ankles -- but only succeeded in slashing one hamstring.

Tobias went down with a cry of surprise, and agonized realization of what had been done to him. Dreyfuss chided himself. It was a horrible thing to do to a man, heat of battle or no; if it came down to tit for tat, HE might have HIS hamstring cut, now. Well, nothing for it, nitwit, it's done. no going back, must keep the fight going, he thought. and he summoned up the rage to go on, now being shunted aside by a crowd of Brutes running from...what?Trip? he doesnt sing that badly...

[Stella Gaslight]

George had a very bad feeling about this.  Emma was giggling and holding a very odd looking weapon.  It was not a normal giggle, it was a back away slowly and hope to hell you haven't been spotted because things are going boom giggle.  He thought he had left her safe and sound with Dreyfuss but apparently she had snuck away and in to the lab.  She grinned advancing as a small vial fell from her pocket and George suddenly from being worried to wanting to take cover.  They had experimented with various chemical stimulants before finding the proper formula for making the aethric bitters and in that experimenting they had found a intensely potent caffeine formulation they named blend 9.   They tested it only once and then only a half dose, they were still paying off some of the damages almost three years later.   George made a mental note to find and destroy any other samples and notes after she crashed.  "I DON'T KNOW WHAT SHE IS DOING BUT GET THE HELL OUT OF HER WAY!" George screamed as Emma leveled the knocked together launching device at the ship above. 

What looked like a glimmering egg was shot out of the odd tubes in Emma's hands at the ship the thin gel stuck fast to the hold.  George knew that smell that was a very bad thing. "DUCK." He yelled just as the second barrel of Emma's gun fired.  A small black pellet barely the size of a pea impacted with the gel.  The following explosion made the world fade to white for a moment and then when the world came back in to view the other ship was gone.  Emma pouted as the gun fell to bits in her hands while George breathed a sigh of relief and wondered if she even knew what she had just done. 

[Nigel Wetherby]

When the temporary blindness wound down, Patrick rubbed the spots from his eyes to see the vaporised remains of the ship.
"Cor! I gotta get me one of those!" He exclaimed before turning back to the incapacitated Commodore. He pressed the blade of his rapier to the commodore's neck.
"Alright, boy. Tell me why ye are after my Jen?" He demanded, the fury of a jaded warlord added rage to his tone.

[MWBailey]

Dreyfuss was returning himself to battle-readiness just after having hacked Tobias' hamstring. Suddenly, George appeared on deck, screaming "I DON'T KNOW WHAT SHE IS DOING BUT GET THE HELL OUT OF HER WAY!" Dreyfuss glanced over curiously, just as the shiny, greasy-looking egg-like blob was launched from the gun, and saw it go "SPLORT!!" against one of the enemy airships overhead.

"Okay... well, George, if thats all there i--" and the black pellet was launched. Dreyfuss felt, and indulged, a sudden urge to look away and shut his eyes; jut as he did so, even the world behind his eyelids turned white for what seemed like several minutes. When he opened them and turned to look for the other ship, it had completely disappeared, apparently disintegrated by the chemical reaction.

Irene's tank circled above, Cain holding on with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other, while Angel held two fingers in front of his face. Finally, the three flew off, apparently none the worse for wear. The same could not be said for the cold ones around him, who had apparently been blinded by the explosion. With Tobias having to deal with Patrick and the cold ones blinded, and the occultists cowering at bay ,he had time to reload the boat gun, blast at least half of the blinded cold ones with it, reload, and do it again.

[T.Taylor the Third]

trip Saw emma fire the pellet and then the white light....when he could see again he saw the other ship was compleatly gone. "WOW.......EMMA THAT WAS AWSOME!!!"
Trip seemed to be the only one besides emma who was compleatly happy with the results.

[MWBailey]

It wasn't Irene who was firing the tank's main gun, however; it was Rosie... She had finally gotten the hang of it, mostly, and was proving to be a deadly, dead-eye gunner. For a snake, she seems to have an absolutely phenomenal understanding of both Hell Galleon and regular airship architecture, thought Irene; she seems to know exactly where to hit each one in order to cause the greatest damage. Rosie, though, seemed to think it was a great new type of game...

[Stella Gaslight]

Emma ran to Trip knocking a couple of blinded cold ones over the side. "Thank you darling." She said in a very cheery singsong voice and giving him a kiss.  "That was the last of my aether reactive gel but it was so very worth it."  Her voice was blissful.  A brute tried to hit whatever was making the sounds but instead he got hit with a double shot of microwave gun and lasers.  "I do believe we should clear the deck." She said with a bubbly tone most often used to talk to small animals and plowing in to another knocking the brute off balance.  George watched her carefully when she crashed, she would crash hard.

[ShredsnPatches]

As if a bucket of cold water had been sloshed over her, Jen sobered up completely all of a sudden. She looked perplexed at the weapon in her hands, unsure as to how she got it. Then she turned her head to the sound of Patrick's roaring. He was standing over a wounded man, bellowing at the top of his lungs. Quietly she padded along the deck until she stood right beside her fiance, grasping the gun in what she didn't realise was a terrifyingly competent manner.

"What's going on?" she asked in a quiet voice.

[MWBailey]

Dreyfuss turned his attention to the ship which had slid up alongside and slightly lower than the Boheme, and appeared to be opening a hatch in the top of the envelope, where there was located a hatch and a small flyoff deck, as if something would normally have been launched from it.

He glanced around and saw a grapnel hook with several ells of reinforced wire rope attached, and picked it up, wrenched it loose from where it had gripped a piece of the handrail of the deck of the Boheme, and coiled the wire rope in one big coil, and draped it around his shoulders, reloaded the boat gun, slung it across his back, and vaulted over the handrail and ran along the outside until he was precisely opposite the other ships deck and hatch.

Dreyfuss then leapt across the narrow space between the two airships, slipping down the side of the othe rship's hull, catching himself by reaching out and snagging the sid eof the enemy airship just in time, and then hauled himself up using the grapnel like an ice-axe. He gained a useful position in front of teh flyoff deck's hatch, just as the first occultists began to swarm out. he waited, in the scant cover of the edge of teh deck, until a large numebr were already taking out their own grapnels, and then caughtthe entire group off-gaurd with a blast ffrom the Boat gun.
BOOOOOOOMMM!!!
Most of the twenty or so went down, badly wounded if not dead outright. He reloaded the Boat gun, waited again, and similarly destroyed the rest of the frst party and all of the second (mainly because they had already seen the demise of their comrades, and many simply screamed at the sight of the madman with te huge gun and ran and jumped ove rthe side. If they had held their ground, it might have turned out differently).

Dreyfuss got up after a minute and quietly ran over to the still-open hatch, and saw what looke dlike supplies for a major offensive, including mines and magnetic charges. He had yet another truly insane and utterly merciless idea, and got out the flask, and poured a small amount out of it onto a box of powder directly below, and then picked up a box of lucifers, that protruded from the pocket of one of the corpses, struck one, pocketed the rest, and dropped the match into the mess of liquor-andpowder, and ran like hell was after him back toward the Boheme, which had managed to move aside by about twenty feet.

He took the rope coil off of his shoulders, whirled the grapnel, loosed it, and jumped out into thin air, just as all hell broke loose on board the enemy airship (short version, it simply blew itself in half in a series of smaller, then larger, then really HUGE  explosions). Dreyfuss felt the rope go taut as the grapnel dug in and his weight bore down on the rope. He hung on and braced himself for the impact with the Boheme's side.

The surprise of not hitting the side of Boheme, but instead passing through it mad him let go in orde rto stay inside the envelope. he fell on the floor beside the starboard engine, looking back the way he had come; he had ripped straight through the rent that he had just repaired! he stood up and wemt towhere the wire rope dangled and lay on teh floor just inside the rent, and tugged the grapnel free, re-coiling the whole, and replacing it on his shoulders, just in case, then climbed teh stairs back to theupper deck.

[E.A. Claringbold]

There was a near blinding white flash of light which she needed several seconds to blink out of her eyes. Golly, what in the blazes was that, she wondered. Slamming into another body and nearly clipping a ship while sustaining scars on the armor, she focused back onto the controls, purposefully driving her machine straight through another ship. This time, she was not as lucky as she had been before. This time, a propeller from one side of her tank, caught and was wrenched off. Immediately a flashing red symbol on her monitor complained. Oh this can’t be good.

Realizing that if she did not land this tank soon, she was going to drop back down to the ground as the laws of nature dictated and she was sure that no matter how tough the armor was, it was no match for the gravity assisted collision between it and the earth.  As she began her descent-- which was more difficult than ascending now for on the ascent, nothing had hindered her too greatly whereas now she had monsters and likes to deal with— a string of words strong enough to make a mother take a soap to her mouth let loose from her lips as she vainly wondered if this metal contraption had an exceptionally large parachute. 

“You might want to hold onto something,” she hollered back to Rosie.

Holding the controls steady, she hoped to herself that she would be able to land the tank in a moderately safe way.  She was not going to make it. It seemed to be an impossibility to seek a safe landing.  Even if she managed to land the thing, she would have to worry about it rolling over. If it crashed, would it explode-- surely it would? She could have no more questions rushing hither and thither in her mind nor thought for what had been her family. The tank plowed into the ground leaving a livid scar on what had been faultless earth and snow.  It rolled twice, plowed another scar into the snow and earth again and was still.

[Stella Gaslight]

Emma was acting more like a squirrel that had mistaken coffee beans for acorns than a mildly dignified inventor.  She bounced from enemy to enemy with a smile on her face and humming a happy tune, it alternated between funny and frighting. The deck was soon clear and she peered over the edge right as Dreyfuss popped in to view she waved happily to him and pulled him up the stairs with a strenght she didn't normally have. "Hi Dreyfuss. Where have you been? Trip and me were fighting monsters andnowtheyareallgone." She was going a mile a minute and lurched sideways giggling.  "The world is spinning fast!"

George sighed "Dreyfuss I think she is on the downside of the stimulants she dosed herself with. You may want to catch her before she tumbles over the side."


Angel tried to stop the tank from falling but it was too big.  She flue like a dart down to it and started to tap on the glass dome.  "Are you all right?"  The cold ones were dazed but Angel was sure that wouldn't last for long and then they would swarm here she was sure of it.

[Vancouver Air Privateer]

Elisha watched as the tank crashed into the snow. That was not good. There was still Cold Ones alive in the snow. Not many Occultists had survived the plummet from their ships, but there was still a goodly number of Cold Ones out there. They began to rise from the ground and head towards the tank, identifying it as a major threat source.

"Dreyfuss! Tank's down and Irene stranded. I'll cover it."

He thought he had a good chance to make it across the snow, being better protected than dreyfuss. Opening a window he dropped down a rope, landing lightly after dropping the last few feet. He looked. A lot of them. But this is what he prepared for. He took smoke bombs from his coat, setting up a smokescreen. The Cold Ones would have to guess where he was coming from.

The Cold Ones watched, not sure if they should continue to the tank or deal with the misty wall behind them. Their thoughts were answered when a hail of bullets flew from the cloud. A dark shadow moved through and then solidified. Elisha strode, not slowing his pace. He had no trouble breathing in the gashelm - some of the Cold Ones found the smoke irritating. Elisha's long leather coat trailed and he looked through the empy gashelm eyes.

Soon he had carved a path to the tank. It looked like it had rolled. That was not a good sign. He knocked on the hull with his metal hand, causing a hollow reverberation. He looked and saw that Angel had arrived a little before him.

"Right, Angel, you try to get her out of there. I'll cover. Just hurry."