Snippet #2695105

"Well, didn't roll a nat 20 on persuasion." Sam growled some, raising his hand up. One of the crusaders that had just entered through door at the end of the hall, she was engulfed in a thin layer of blue energy before her neck bent at an unnatural angle and thrown out before the door slammed shut by the same blue energy. He quickly tripped the lock on the door and crushed it, firmly sealing the door in place that would buy them some time.

"Yeah, should give us plenty of breathing room." Sam said, pulling out one of his daggers since a longsword wouldn't be the best choice for close combat like this. He also pulled out his Glock 19, quickly twirling off the silencer and stowed it away. He saw the dragon and blood user approach them, and kept his guard up, but didn't attack. When the dragon asked as well as the blood mage, he blinked some. Given their current situation, staying here would be rather unwise for them to do. "Well, I personally don't have any complaints, but it's up to my employer." he stated.

As he spoke, there was pounding on the door. Through the small window, they could see the crusaders outside trying to force their way in. They had a few seconds before the female warriors decided to use magic. "Well we need to hold them off until we cross the chasm either way." The banging became louder and louder until it finally burst open. However, before the door hit the ground, Sam warped out of existence for a brief moment before appearing next to the door, quickly slitting the throat of a crusader that burst through. Right as the first one fell flat on her face, another entered, but Sam quickly dispatched her with a bullet through her neck. Thankfully the crusaders weren't armored like tanks, making it that much easier to slip small blades and bullets through the openings.

There was a rush of air behind him before he quickly ducked down out of instinct. A silver blade swung across where his head was, but he quickly slammed his back against the mage. He felt the crush of bones, gasp for air and cry of pain. He swiftly turned around and slipped his knife into her throat. His suspicions were somewhat correct, judging from the intense scent of magic coming off of her, but wore light armor and carried a sword rather than a staff, so he could only assume she was a warrior mage of some kind. He let her body fall to the floor before looking too Alexia "Quite the fan club you got here!" he laughed some. Truth be told, he could eliminate a lot of the crusaders with either his magic or abilities, however he didn't want to risk damaging the train, especially since they were about to cross the chasm. "Just remember, if this train stops in the middle of the chasm, we're either fucked or as closed to fucked as you can get. So for all our sake, don't go crazy. We have four people here who can tear apart this train on their own... now we just gotta hope the crusaders have the same mindset." He sighed as he heard another crusader start to stomp through the door.