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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Ignore the '1 hour ago' and such, issue with forgetting to log... |
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| + | Resuming where this left off... | ||
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| + | As Redd gets up onto the roof, two of the 4 armed men are already turning to face the grate, having heard him climbing up and forcing his way through the covers. Both get a shot off in his direction. | ||
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| + | Two of the others on the roof continue to watch out front of the building, firing a few shots at Natalie. One's armed with the RSX operative's Mf, taken from the injured man. The other has a bandoleer of grenades and a large caliber revolver. | ||
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| + | The sounds of a firefight continue from the direction of the chopper, back where Thelfox is. | ||
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| + | Redd scrambles out of the ventilation shaft before it's struck by several bullets. The coyote steadies himself before charging at one of the armed men in an attempt to knock him off the roof. | ||
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| + | Natalie spreads her wings and takes off as the growl builds. Her comm beeps alarmingly, but the dragon is beyond distracting or reasoning with. She descends upon the men with blood in her eyes and a dark shadow in her jaws that erupts into a fast-moving cloud of intense, shadowy cold with her roar. | ||
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| + | Dylanshard tries to push himself along towards the wall using his feet as he tries to stop the bleeding with a hand. He pulls out his Comm, trying to trigger his reconstruct command for the nanites to do what they can with his injury before he loses conciousness. | ||
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| + | Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. The fennec darts outside quietly, using the distraction to it's fullest, and raising her weapon up to look for and identify a target. Picking the machine-gun wielding fox, she lines up the shot, and fires a short, three-round burst into him, before rotating on face and trying to line up a second burst in to another one. | ||
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| + | One of the foxes, as they are all Arctic Fox form dudes, is thrown off the roof by Redd, inbalanced by his charge. He grabs for the 'yote, trying to take him down with him as the other levels his handgun at Redd. | ||
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| + | Natalie's shadow breath performs as expected: shadowy morass of cold flowing over the gunner and grenadier, chilling the already cold foxes. The 'nader is all kinds of fucked up by the cold, while the one with the m4 takes three rounds in the upper chest, near the clavical, from Technetium's rifle burst.<br> <br>Dylan manages to reconstruct a bit of flesh in his throaty-region, stopping the bleeding and such. | ||
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| + | One's off the roof, and probably with a broken neck now, three still in reach. Redd steadies himself again before launching himself, now wreathed in flames, at the as of yet untouched gunman. Fire and ice, the most classic of clashes. | ||
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| + | Natalie lands on the wounded gunner, claws out, and immediately rakes them up the freezing fox's chest from stomach to shoulder. With her intense fury guiding her, the dragon doesn't stop mutilating the pair by her until they've completely stopped moving. | ||
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| + | Dylanshard have focused the reconstruction on his damaged Trachea and larynx, the fox gives a few spluttering coughs, spitting out blood as he uses flash freeze to try and closer the rest of the rest fo the wound and slow blood flow. | ||
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| + | Technetium turns her aim on to the gunman, using the time-tried and true method of aiming for the largest point: the chest. She lines up the shot, then lets off another three-round burst towards him, glancing at the havoc that both Natalie and Redd is causing. The loud distractions are merely enabling her to pick off whoever's not paying attention. | ||
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| + | Roof-hanging guy loses grip on Redd, and falls approximately 25-30 feet down and lands on his back. Woo! Concussion! And other probably injuries, what with blood pooling from where his vulpine head struck the concrete. The other handgun wielding fox gets a couple shots off at Redd, hitting him, rounds glancing off his plated, flaming hide. And then he's on fire. Screams and shit. Ow. | ||
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| + | Natalie gets all claws and angry on the M4 wielder, ripping him up, blood flying and all that fun stuff... Yep. Torn up foxguy. | ||
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| + | Down below, Dylan's freezing his wound closed. Fun. With nanites doing their nanitey stuff, and the, well, freezing... Wound's going to be fine... | ||
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| + | Tech's 3 shots hit her target, the grenadier, putting two holes in his chest and one in the head. Or, muzzle. Gonna need to regrow some of his skull... And teeth. He drops, downed by the bullets messing him up. | ||
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| + | The gunfight out by the chopper seems to have died down, no moreshots ringing out from that direction... | ||
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| + | The one fox now panicking while on fire gets a shove, and off the building he goes. Crack. "That's four down... But I'd bet there's more... We should go check on Thel after tying their hands up... Someone got some zipties?" Redd stares at the roof, now covered in blood and bits of shredded fox. | ||
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| + | Natalie is channeling a LOT of rage, and continues directing it at the two arctic foxes from her initial assault. She goes through nearly her full combat rotation on the bodies, not satisfied until they are more mess than men and splashed around the roof. By then the others have likely moved on. Or at least away from the frenzying dragon. | ||
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| + | Dylanshard pulls himself up using the wall, sliding along closer to the first body thrown off the roof with anger in his eyes. What they did to that poor guy. They don't deserve to live. He pulls out his chainsword, flicking with switch as electricity sparks on the teeth and brings it down onto the centre of the foxes head with all his force. | ||
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| + | Technetium lowers her rifle after shooting the last visible target, and glances over to Dylan, wincing slightly. A bit... excessive, in terms of violence. Also, chainswords are loud. An ear twitches as Redd speaks, noting, "That's at least one that won't get back up, then. But... no, no zipties. I have no reason to carry zipties around. Perhaps we can strip their weapons, and throw them in the meat locker, and seal the door?" | ||
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| + | Yep. That guy has his head sawed in half, via chainsaw. He's, clearly, not getting back up... | ||
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| + | Flamefox is down, similarly to the other who fell. But with more fire. And burning. | ||
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| + | As for the other two... They're busy being ripped apart by an angry dragon, yes.<br> <br>"I'll go check the helicopter, if ya'll want to move them to the freezer... Can probably spotweld it closed or something." Redd goes around to take the ladder down, preferring to keep his neck intact.<br> <br>Natalie comes out of her battle-rage, covered in blood and surrounded by viscera. She shakes her head a few times as if you clear it before poking at the unidentifiable pieces of arctic foxes with one foot. "That's, um... That sounds good, Redd. (Does anyone have a shovel?)" she adds in a small voice. Taking the bits that appear the most head-like from these two, Nat steps off the roof and glides to the front of the empty fast food joint.<br> <br>Dylanshard with a sputter the chainsword halts it's grinding as the fox falls to a knee, lacking the strength to maintain the dead man's trigger on the blades handle. It looks like the adrenaline is wearing off and the blood loss is demanding the fox be horizontal so it doesn't have to fight that pesky gravity to get blood to his brain. | ||
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| + | He looks like he's trying to let out a yell or a cry or shout someone but all that comes out is a damp wheeze from his bloody throat as he falls hard onto his soulder, the blade falling from his hand and he loses conciousness<br> <br>Technetium looks around, then sighs and notes. "It looks like we don't have to lock up any after all, now that they're all little bite-sized chunks. Here, I'll come to the helicopter, too." She turns to Natalie. "Hey, do you mind checking up on Dylan? He seems a bit... out of it. Just a little." | ||
Revision as of 03:47, 27 June 2015
Participants
Date
26/6/2015
Log
Ignore the '1 hour ago' and such, issue with forgetting to log...
Resuming where this left off...
As Redd gets up onto the roof, two of the 4 armed men are already turning to face the grate, having heard him climbing up and forcing his way through the covers. Both get a shot off in his direction.
Two of the others on the roof continue to watch out front of the building, firing a few shots at Natalie. One's armed with the RSX operative's Mf, taken from the injured man. The other has a bandoleer of grenades and a large caliber revolver.
The sounds of a firefight continue from the direction of the chopper, back where Thelfox is.
Redd scrambles out of the ventilation shaft before it's struck by several bullets. The coyote steadies himself before charging at one of the armed men in an attempt to knock him off the roof.
Natalie spreads her wings and takes off as the growl builds. Her comm beeps alarmingly, but the dragon is beyond distracting or reasoning with. She descends upon the men with blood in her eyes and a dark shadow in her jaws that erupts into a fast-moving cloud of intense, shadowy cold with her roar.
Dylanshard tries to push himself along towards the wall using his feet as he tries to stop the bleeding with a hand. He pulls out his Comm, trying to trigger his reconstruct command for the nanites to do what they can with his injury before he loses conciousness.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. The fennec darts outside quietly, using the distraction to it's fullest, and raising her weapon up to look for and identify a target. Picking the machine-gun wielding fox, she lines up the shot, and fires a short, three-round burst into him, before rotating on face and trying to line up a second burst in to another one.
One of the foxes, as they are all Arctic Fox form dudes, is thrown off the roof by Redd, inbalanced by his charge. He grabs for the 'yote, trying to take him down with him as the other levels his handgun at Redd.
Natalie's shadow breath performs as expected: shadowy morass of cold flowing over the gunner and grenadier, chilling the already cold foxes. The 'nader is all kinds of fucked up by the cold, while the one with the m4 takes three rounds in the upper chest, near the clavical, from Technetium's rifle burst.
Dylan manages to reconstruct a bit of flesh in his throaty-region, stopping the bleeding and such.
One's off the roof, and probably with a broken neck now, three still in reach. Redd steadies himself again before launching himself, now wreathed in flames, at the as of yet untouched gunman. Fire and ice, the most classic of clashes.
Natalie lands on the wounded gunner, claws out, and immediately rakes them up the freezing fox's chest from stomach to shoulder. With her intense fury guiding her, the dragon doesn't stop mutilating the pair by her until they've completely stopped moving.
Dylanshard have focused the reconstruction on his damaged Trachea and larynx, the fox gives a few spluttering coughs, spitting out blood as he uses flash freeze to try and closer the rest of the rest fo the wound and slow blood flow.
Technetium turns her aim on to the gunman, using the time-tried and true method of aiming for the largest point: the chest. She lines up the shot, then lets off another three-round burst towards him, glancing at the havoc that both Natalie and Redd is causing. The loud distractions are merely enabling her to pick off whoever's not paying attention.
Roof-hanging guy loses grip on Redd, and falls approximately 25-30 feet down and lands on his back. Woo! Concussion! And other probably injuries, what with blood pooling from where his vulpine head struck the concrete. The other handgun wielding fox gets a couple shots off at Redd, hitting him, rounds glancing off his plated, flaming hide. And then he's on fire. Screams and shit. Ow.
Natalie gets all claws and angry on the M4 wielder, ripping him up, blood flying and all that fun stuff... Yep. Torn up foxguy.
Down below, Dylan's freezing his wound closed. Fun. With nanites doing their nanitey stuff, and the, well, freezing... Wound's going to be fine...
Tech's 3 shots hit her target, the grenadier, putting two holes in his chest and one in the head. Or, muzzle. Gonna need to regrow some of his skull... And teeth. He drops, downed by the bullets messing him up.
The gunfight out by the chopper seems to have died down, no moreshots ringing out from that direction...
The one fox now panicking while on fire gets a shove, and off the building he goes. Crack. "That's four down... But I'd bet there's more... We should go check on Thel after tying their hands up... Someone got some zipties?" Redd stares at the roof, now covered in blood and bits of shredded fox.
Natalie is channeling a LOT of rage, and continues directing it at the two arctic foxes from her initial assault. She goes through nearly her full combat rotation on the bodies, not satisfied until they are more mess than men and splashed around the roof. By then the others have likely moved on. Or at least away from the frenzying dragon.
Dylanshard pulls himself up using the wall, sliding along closer to the first body thrown off the roof with anger in his eyes. What they did to that poor guy. They don't deserve to live. He pulls out his chainsword, flicking with switch as electricity sparks on the teeth and brings it down onto the centre of the foxes head with all his force.
Technetium lowers her rifle after shooting the last visible target, and glances over to Dylan, wincing slightly. A bit... excessive, in terms of violence. Also, chainswords are loud. An ear twitches as Redd speaks, noting, "That's at least one that won't get back up, then. But... no, no zipties. I have no reason to carry zipties around. Perhaps we can strip their weapons, and throw them in the meat locker, and seal the door?"
Yep. That guy has his head sawed in half, via chainsaw. He's, clearly, not getting back up...
Flamefox is down, similarly to the other who fell. But with more fire. And burning.
As for the other two... They're busy being ripped apart by an angry dragon, yes.
"I'll go check the helicopter, if ya'll want to move them to the freezer... Can probably spotweld it closed or something." Redd goes around to take the ladder down, preferring to keep his neck intact.
Natalie comes out of her battle-rage, covered in blood and surrounded by viscera. She shakes her head a few times as if you clear it before poking at the unidentifiable pieces of arctic foxes with one foot. "That's, um... That sounds good, Redd. (Does anyone have a shovel?)" she adds in a small voice. Taking the bits that appear the most head-like from these two, Nat steps off the roof and glides to the front of the empty fast food joint.
Dylanshard with a sputter the chainsword halts it's grinding as the fox falls to a knee, lacking the strength to maintain the dead man's trigger on the blades handle. It looks like the adrenaline is wearing off and the blood loss is demanding the fox be horizontal so it doesn't have to fight that pesky gravity to get blood to his brain.
He looks like he's trying to let out a yell or a cry or shout someone but all that comes out is a damp wheeze from his bloody throat as he falls hard onto his soulder, the blade falling from his hand and he loses conciousness
Technetium looks around, then sighs and notes. "It looks like we don't have to lock up any after all, now that they're all little bite-sized chunks. Here, I'll come to the helicopter, too." She turns to Natalie. "Hey, do you mind checking up on Dylan? He seems a bit... out of it. Just a little."
