Snippet #2216694

Ishmael grinned and ripped open the duffel bag as the horn blared, four heavy duty machines rising up out of their large cubes. Easily six and a half feet tall, two with a long blade and shield hammered into their arms while the other two had even larger shields but utilizing spears instead of actual swords or the like. Their shields were designed to have a spear groove in them that the automatons could set the spear in, and thrust with full force if need be. The two shield bearers, the shields easily as large as they were, relegated to defensive duty nearer the flag while the two sword and shield ones stood on the initial defensive line and would fall back as needed to keep up with the rest of the defenders. Or follow them on a counter assault, if that was decided. He had supplied some of the traps, everything from disorientating strobe tripwire traps to crude net cannons and everything in between. He had been supervised to avoid deliberately injuring traps there, but he didn't really care in that regard. He followed right behind Sage for the moment, Ethan leading the assault on where his gadgets and automatons were operating, and he trusted that they would hold in support of the other cabins on their side.

Sage had volunteered the two of them for clearing out border guards, and Ishmael very well knew why. Sage didn't want to beat Lucas into next week, and the others would do just that. So much potential seen, and all that from the dead boy. He silenced the both of them, and he ducked as well, spotting both Lucas and Max. Well, little miss bow hippie was working with Lucas in this? That was something he could make commentary of later, but for now he would stay focused on the task at hand. He nodded in agreement with Sage's plan, speaking lowly enough to not attract any attention. "Yea, yea, no breaking his legs." When the word to go was given, he didn't just blatantly charge. He skulked around the outskirts of the clearing, getting on the same side as Lucas was on. He readied his wrench and sprinted towards Lucas, wearing that damned goofy helmet, and took a side swing right for the back of the helmeted idiots head. Even if it didn't connect, he could use the momentum to carry himself into a position he could properly fight the kid.