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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>FWOOSH! The roar of the RPG over your heads as it detonates on the nearby building ahead of you, missing ONLY because of the orders given, reminds you that you have 2 SWAT teams of Wolves behind you baying for blood and giving you chase with fire and maneuver. The snap and whizzes of bullets passing by you, chipping away at concrete and asphalt ensures your feet continue to move as you approach 'No Man's Land' that rested between this pack of Wolf Beasts, and the tribe of Shadow Dragons.<br> <br>Vayne is sprinting down the street with the "head" tucked under one arm like a football player returning a kickoff, the speed tigress actually having to pace herself so as not to outrun her fellows. "Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!.... I FORGOT THEY HAD ROCKET LAUNCHERS!" screams over the sound of gunfire and the explosions. She leaps over an old dilapidated car that has long since been stripped down to the frame, and now even the frame itself has met its end as bullets clank into it like rain on a tin roof. A single bullet goes wizzing past her hat, knocking a little bit out of the blue gryphon feather tucked therein. "Jesus.. are these guys do realize they don't hand out Oscars anymore right?" she mutters to herself in mid scamper, making sure to stay close to Myung as they run towards dragon territory.<br> <br>Simenio is sprinting down the street at... nearly his top speed, though he does make sure never to get too far ahead of or behind the rest of the party. He... wasn't the fastest runner, so getting too far ahead wasn't a problem, but... he could definitely move fast enough to avoid falling behind. Of course... he may even be running faster than normal, considering they were currently under heavy fire from many weapons that would hurt a great deal were he to actually be hit... not that the wolves were actually trying to hit them in the first place. "Well... we c-can't say they weren't giving th-this their all, at l-least...." He mumbles, lowering himself down a little bit to help stay out of sight of the gunmen... he barley even breaks stride to do so, though.<br> <br>Myung ducks to avoid the spray of bullets whizzing by, only halfway acting - knowing that the ones firing were ordered not to kill them didn't make being shot at any less strenuous, so it didn't take much work to act terrified and, dropping to all fours and scrambling madly away from the pack of wolves behind them. He's careful to maintain focus on the 'head' of Greg under Vayne's arm the entire time, though, fashioning an uncanny recreation of the alpha's head - with a few nice little touches to really sell it as a trophy from a hard-fought battle in the thick, matted fur stained red around the neck and a few little scorch marks here and there for good measure. He jumps back when a bullet lands close to his feet with a yelp, cursing under his breath. "They could aim a *little* worse, is all I'm saying." the coyote growls irritably, casting a quick glance over his shoulder but not daring to slow down or linger<br> <br>Hey Nekura isn't /that/ slow though her fleeing probably looks a lot more believable since she's in her own dragon form and apparently in flight from the mean old puppies. This isn't the kind of rocket she wants to be on the receiving end of!<br> <br>As the team of agents enter the borderzone, the Dragon's jump in, throwing fire at the wolves who immedately take cover. With teh 'image' of having slain the wolves leader and now on the run, the Dragon's were quick to cover the 'mercenaries'. Because if this worked out, they wouldn't be getting shot at anymore soon!<br> <br>Vayne Ducks out of the main line of fire and laughs in victory. "Wheeew... now THAT is my kind of walk through the rain..." she grins at the nearest dragons as she slows to brisk walk in the direction of the Dragon Lords tower, the "head" tucked under her arm with only an old, blood dripping T-shirt holding it. The piratical mercenary winks to Myung and then focuses her own nano-magic which has absolutly no effect except to make Myung's efforts easier and more effective. "Give'em hell boys!" she shouts to the Dragons "But take some pity, after all.. they did just loose their mommy." she snerks like the vicous bitch that she is, waggling the head at the "friendlies" but never for too long. <br> <br>Simenio doesn't waste his time disappearing into cover when the dragons appear, taking a few deep breathes just to get rid of that fight or flight response before he straightens himself up again, and he even pauses for a moment just to look over his lab coat, brushing off any dust or dirt that may have gotten onto it as he does so. Finally he moves to his normal position just behind Vayne once more, and he even gives the dragons a small smile as well as a wave as they begin to push back the wolves. "I... r-really hope that I never h-have to do something like th-that again anytime soon. Getting shot at w-was bad enough, but the f-fact that they had ex-explosives...," he trails off, shivering a little before continuing on, "I'm just gl-glad that no one got h-hit."<br> <br>Myung casts a glance back at Vayne's hat and cracks a grin, looking over at Simenio. "Well, nobody hit badly anyway.." He heaves a sigh of relief that was quite genuine at getting out of the line of fire. "Well, head for a feather, not a terrible trade."<br> <br>Nekura meanwhile is just happy to no longer be dodging bullets and rockets though it seems they aren't really slowing down much. If anything she really can't wait to see the leader get blown up and his spot e taken by the dragoness they met at the entrance earlier. Also she might or might have ulterior motives for such a desire but that's tbesides the point.<br> <br>As they approach teh tower, it seems word of their exploit has already been making it's way ahead of them, as they're asked to meet with Bahenmut immedately, even getting teh dubious honor of being flown up to him (for those that didn't appear able to fly on their own anyways), and brought before the large being, lounging on their 'throne', Hestis nearby and looking very unhappy with teh collar and leash that has appeared to grace her neck, and keeping her within easy reach of the seat. |
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| + | "So! My wonderous mercenaries bring me the most wonderful of gifts. I think I might actually honor my statement of making you slaves of importatance in my tribe. After all, I AM looking for a new Commander to lead my warriors into battle." He says, grinning as he leans forward, those massive jugs hanging freely. "Tell me, is that Greg's head?" | ||
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FWOOSH! The roar of the RPG over your heads as it detonates on the nearby building ahead of you, missing ONLY because of the orders given, reminds you that you have 2 SWAT teams of Wolves behind you baying for blood and giving you chase with fire and maneuver. The snap and whizzes of bullets passing by you, chipping away at concrete and asphalt ensures your feet continue to move as you approach 'No Man's Land' that rested between this pack of Wolf Beasts, and the tribe of Shadow Dragons.
Vayne is sprinting down the street with the "head" tucked under one arm like a football player returning a kickoff, the speed tigress actually having to pace herself so as not to outrun her fellows. "Ohshitohshitohshitohshit!.... I FORGOT THEY HAD ROCKET LAUNCHERS!" screams over the sound of gunfire and the explosions. She leaps over an old dilapidated car that has long since been stripped down to the frame, and now even the frame itself has met its end as bullets clank into it like rain on a tin roof. A single bullet goes wizzing past her hat, knocking a little bit out of the blue gryphon feather tucked therein. "Jesus.. are these guys do realize they don't hand out Oscars anymore right?" she mutters to herself in mid scamper, making sure to stay close to Myung as they run towards dragon territory.
Simenio is sprinting down the street at... nearly his top speed, though he does make sure never to get too far ahead of or behind the rest of the party. He... wasn't the fastest runner, so getting too far ahead wasn't a problem, but... he could definitely move fast enough to avoid falling behind. Of course... he may even be running faster than normal, considering they were currently under heavy fire from many weapons that would hurt a great deal were he to actually be hit... not that the wolves were actually trying to hit them in the first place. "Well... we c-can't say they weren't giving th-this their all, at l-least...." He mumbles, lowering himself down a little bit to help stay out of sight of the gunmen... he barley even breaks stride to do so, though.
Myung ducks to avoid the spray of bullets whizzing by, only halfway acting - knowing that the ones firing were ordered not to kill them didn't make being shot at any less strenuous, so it didn't take much work to act terrified and, dropping to all fours and scrambling madly away from the pack of wolves behind them. He's careful to maintain focus on the 'head' of Greg under Vayne's arm the entire time, though, fashioning an uncanny recreation of the alpha's head - with a few nice little touches to really sell it as a trophy from a hard-fought battle in the thick, matted fur stained red around the neck and a few little scorch marks here and there for good measure. He jumps back when a bullet lands close to his feet with a yelp, cursing under his breath. "They could aim a *little* worse, is all I'm saying." the coyote growls irritably, casting a quick glance over his shoulder but not daring to slow down or linger
Hey Nekura isn't /that/ slow though her fleeing probably looks a lot more believable since she's in her own dragon form and apparently in flight from the mean old puppies. This isn't the kind of rocket she wants to be on the receiving end of!
As the team of agents enter the borderzone, the Dragon's jump in, throwing fire at the wolves who immedately take cover. With teh 'image' of having slain the wolves leader and now on the run, the Dragon's were quick to cover the 'mercenaries'. Because if this worked out, they wouldn't be getting shot at anymore soon!
Vayne Ducks out of the main line of fire and laughs in victory. "Wheeew... now THAT is my kind of walk through the rain..." she grins at the nearest dragons as she slows to brisk walk in the direction of the Dragon Lords tower, the "head" tucked under her arm with only an old, blood dripping T-shirt holding it. The piratical mercenary winks to Myung and then focuses her own nano-magic which has absolutly no effect except to make Myung's efforts easier and more effective. "Give'em hell boys!" she shouts to the Dragons "But take some pity, after all.. they did just loose their mommy." she snerks like the vicous bitch that she is, waggling the head at the "friendlies" but never for too long.
Simenio doesn't waste his time disappearing into cover when the dragons appear, taking a few deep breathes just to get rid of that fight or flight response before he straightens himself up again, and he even pauses for a moment just to look over his lab coat, brushing off any dust or dirt that may have gotten onto it as he does so. Finally he moves to his normal position just behind Vayne once more, and he even gives the dragons a small smile as well as a wave as they begin to push back the wolves. "I... r-really hope that I never h-have to do something like th-that again anytime soon. Getting shot at w-was bad enough, but the f-fact that they had ex-explosives...," he trails off, shivering a little before continuing on, "I'm just gl-glad that no one got h-hit."
Myung casts a glance back at Vayne's hat and cracks a grin, looking over at Simenio. "Well, nobody hit badly anyway.." He heaves a sigh of relief that was quite genuine at getting out of the line of fire. "Well, head for a feather, not a terrible trade."
Nekura meanwhile is just happy to no longer be dodging bullets and rockets though it seems they aren't really slowing down much. If anything she really can't wait to see the leader get blown up and his spot e taken by the dragoness they met at the entrance earlier. Also she might or might have ulterior motives for such a desire but that's tbesides the point.
As they approach teh tower, it seems word of their exploit has already been making it's way ahead of them, as they're asked to meet with Bahenmut immedately, even getting teh dubious honor of being flown up to him (for those that didn't appear able to fly on their own anyways), and brought before the large being, lounging on their 'throne', Hestis nearby and looking very unhappy with teh collar and leash that has appeared to grace her neck, and keeping her within easy reach of the seat.
"So! My wonderous mercenaries bring me the most wonderful of gifts. I think I might actually honor my statement of making you slaves of importatance in my tribe. After all, I AM looking for a new Commander to lead my warriors into battle." He says, grinning as he leans forward, those massive jugs hanging freely. "Tell me, is that Greg's head?"
