<span style="font-style: italic">Several things happened at once, and none of which Yome could understand.<br/>At the sound of cannons, any mounted Slayer fled, their steeds were quick, but they hadn't a chance of escaping the range of the hellish rounds.<br/>The mountain of a man, and Axe wielder, let out a guttral yell, activating his axe. As the weapon heated and steam hissed out of it's engravings, the man raised his arm, running at Yome.<br/>The weapon had just activated, it had but seconds to warm up, greatly depleting it's lethal force. The small marksman recognized the build of the axe, what it could do, and raised his arm in a feeble attempt to block it, his face paling considerably. <br/>The axeman slammed the weapon into the ground, the engines letting out a shuddering grinding noise as the axe struggled through a cold discharge and inches of loose sand.<br/>Safe to say if it had been a second later, the force of the impact would have killed the marksman. However, it merely threw him 20 feet out of range as the ground at his feet erupted, a shock wave slammed into his body and propelled him away from the range of fire. Or as far as it could manage.<br/>He tumbled down the dunes as the first rounds hit the Slayer. <br/>Any who didn't bother running away, who knew what the outcome would be either way, had taken their capsules and were smiling lazily as their flesh burned from bone. The Scout placed a bolt in the axe-man's head, before being struck down himself. <br/>Anyone who died screaming or submitting to pain was roasted alive on a spit eternally in the afterlife. <br/>Yome tumbled down the slope, shock causing him to run away from what was happening behind him. He found himself fleeing towards the Prince, and the group attacking him. <br/>Yome raised his arm, and cursed. The shock wave had destroyed his crossbow. He stripped the mangled piece of metal and fumbled for his fireworks. </span><br/><br/>Nash's smile turned into a predatory leer as the knight attacked, and, just as the Knight entered his range, his grin faltered, his eyes glazed, and the Prince fought a brief battle. His Runner training told him to, surprisingly, run. To flee.<br/>The Sleeper Training...however, told him to fall, collapse, and roll for his life.<br/>He did the latter. His knees buckled and his Gear let out a swift hiss of steam as he rolled along the ground, flipping lithely to his feet. The maneuver had caused his pant-legs to ride up, revealing the ring of needles that topped his boots, that led into his legs at the major arteries and veins.<br/>He raised his knife, more of a gesture than a threat, "Numbers are insignificant."<br/>It was his turn to lunge.<br/>Nash sped forward, springs in his Gear causing each step to launch him faster, into the Knight's range. He grabbed a fistful of razor-wire and swiftly wrapped it around the metal spikes at his knuckles, and launched a punch at the Knight with one hand, while the other's thumb flickered to a small button on his knife. He pressed the button and fired at the gap in the Knight's helmet.<br/>The knife, a favorite of runners, was spring-loaded. It flew out of it's handle at 35 miles an hour, the only noise indicating it's deploy a slight click.<br/><br/>[i]Yome fumbled for any secondary weapon that survived the axe-man's attack, and came up with a small dagger. He cursed and returned his attention to the fireworks. A small rocket, one painted yellow, balanced upon a stick, was his choice. He hastily drew a match and struck the fuse, throwing the firework into the air and watching as it flashed a bright, blinding light.<br/>The beacon would be seen for miles, certainly it would hit the Slayer on the Coast. There was only one reason for an all-white flare.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Send Rescue - URGENT</span>