Roland Nightbreaker
Being almost unphased by the surprise of the imps, the group quickly reacted to the approaching forklifts. In seconds the tide of the battle shifted in their favor. The imps caught onto this fast and decided to make a break for it, but not before tossing a bat in a container at Mako. Wait… was that Circe? Oh man did she look pissed. The murder in her eyes could be seen as she changed into. Cheetah and gave chase to the escaping imps.
“Hey, wait up!” Roland yelled as Circe continued her pursuit. He couldn't let her go alone, since she apparently got trapped in a plastic container last time. But they were all going so fast, there was no way he could catch them on foot.
It was then he noticed the empty forklift slowly rolling to a halt after Ceiran had removed its driver. Perfect. Sheathing his sword and tossing his shield on his back Roland ran past the others and hopped into the modified forklift.
As to be expected, the seat was adjusted for an imp. It was pulled all the way up and pushed practically up against the steering wheel. It was awkward and uncomfortable to say the least, but he couldn't waste anymore time adjusting it. Slamming his foot on the gas, Roland took off after Circe and the imps.
While he was able to cover some ground, he wasn't able to get too close before the remaining imp turned a corner after Circe took out their leader. Deciding to be a hypocrite, Roland flew passed Circe continuing the pursuit alone. Drifting around the corner the last imp turned down, he could only hope to at least catch a glimpse of his target before they got away.