Fall From Heaven Chapter Three - RPLOG
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Date
1/5/2012
Log
Bam! One of the gryphons goes down as Anbessa cleaves it a new bird-hole. That one won't be getting up anytime soon, or if Redd gets close to it, at all. Casey's ploy to funnel the beasts away from them is at least partially successful; it definitely diverts them, but it only serves to split them off between Casey and Anbessa. Now instead of Casey two and Anbessa two, Casey has one...and Anbessa still has two! Onris' shot is on target, mercifully, reducing it to one-and-one, but an assault rifle was never made for mid-air firing; the recoil sends hir spinning rather badly, and shi'll need to right hirself before shi can try for another shot.
Anbessa opens his eyes wide as the 1 of the two comes after him, though as he sees the funnel spray of blood from the rifle shot going through the Gryphon, he quickly looks up to Onris, smiling to hir before returning his attention to the last of the gryphons. He quickly dashes forward with his Claymore in his paw, taking a wide swing to smack the gryphon with the flat of the large right to it's chest HARD before once more dashing on his feet, shoulder bashing the Gryphon hard to try to knock it down and away from him.
CaseyRune Hrmphs. Fine, if that's the way its going to be. It seems to be getting a little too close for Tranq rounds, but not too close for Casey to choke slam the blue bastard into the fire. Since the others are being taken care of by the rather large sword weilding Talakai and the team's air support. this shouldn't be too hard. They take a quick step foraward, into the fire and makes a grab for the gryphon's neck.
Onris gives a few flaps of powerful wings to right hirself. She nearly falls out of the air again when she sees she not only hit but took out a gryphon. Definitely a skill to but some practice into. For now hir eyes scan the area in front of the party intent on giving warning of any danger that might threaten her land bound buds.
Rounding the hill of rubble, Redd watches as the attacking gryphons are sliced, shot, and fried. He's unwilling to take a shot at the gryphons now, since they're engaged in close combat.
The Coyote, now a freshly-feathered gryphon, spreads her wings and lets loose a short squawk. Now, whether or not this was a good idea, it didn't matter to her. She just wanted in on the action, and so, from behind a smaller mound of rubble, she runs and launches herself, hoping to sail over her party, right into the fight. Such airy dreams.
The gryphon that Anbessa is fighting is mostly thinking about claws and talons, and is utterly unprepared for a slab of metal to its chest or the shudderingly forceful charge immediately afterward! It goes sprawling back down the rubble heap, squawking in protest as it suffers bangs and bruises all the way, but that's nothing quite like the shrieks of the gryphon trapped in the fire with CaseyRune! Onris can't see any more gryphons on the way, though Redd will have a good shot at the one at the bottom of the heap as it tries to scamper away! And suddenly...there's *another* gryphon flying overhead! It's like these things never end!
Anbessa smirks as his strike connects as he expects, quickly going in after the gryphon. Though with a sudden realization, he growls, looking over towards the direction of Redd. He shakes his head, wordlessly telling him to not shoot before he returns his focus to the Gryphon, quickly moving over to it's side before he brings down his foot on it's back, his sword's tip planting threateningly close to the gryphon's neck. He seems to not be trying to kill it, going in for an attempt of a surviving captive Gryphon than a nearly dead/dead one.
CaseyRune doesn't hold the burning gryphon down, instead as soon as the gryphon hits the ground they fluently sept out of the fire, firing off the last few tranq rounds on the foolish solo one that decided to fly in. After a brief pause to change mags to a fresh Tranq mag, they swing right around doing a sweep of their imidiate area for any more damned gryphons.
Onris nearly gets a shriek of warning out before Casey spins on the flanking gryphon. Cursing that she missed the bogey she scans around and behind the group then froward again as shi slosh descends so to hear any comments offered after the battle.
Watching as Anbessa pins a bloodied gryphon to the ground, Redd grins, and rushes over to the trapped gryphon. He grabs the mutant's wings, steps on the center of it's back pulling, and with a loud pop, the wings come clean off, leaving only feathers and fur where they were once attached. The wings themselves seem to fall apart--bones, muscles and skin just gone--leaving the coyote with nothing more than a few handfuls of brilliant blue feathers.
Smokie messes up in flight as she feels the shots fly by her, ruffling her feathers and fur. She goes fro ma graceful sail into a nosedive, straight into the rubble and rolling down the mound, grunting and squawking the whole way. Not at all as glorious as she thought it would be, as she weakly tries to push herself back up. "Well, fuck me, then!"
The gryphon whose wings Redd just dissolved goes still, eyes wide - it doesn't seem to be much for coherent thought, but at the very least, it understands 'sharp thing aimed at neck'. It glares up at coyote and talakai alike with...not quite malice, but nothing like apathy. If there was ever a person in that head, it doesn't look like anyone is home now. With the other gryphons defeated and a fire going, there's a moment to catch your breath, finally!
Anbessa glares down to the gryphon as he watches Redd do his work to it's wings, staring down at the creature before smiling to Redd. "A bit brutal, though it works... Now..." He quietly takes a moment to grab the Gryphon's side with one paw, putting his Claymore into the sheath on his back before grabbing the Gryphon's fully, picking hir up before hefting hir over his shoulder. "I'ma bring this one back to the Transport... May as well capture a live one than a dead one." He says, nodding to Redd with a smirk on his face before he quietly begins to jog back the way they came, waving to the agents waiting before he disappears from their line of sight for the time to get the Gryphon back. Alive this time.
CaseyRune snaps back to the talking gryphon, keeping an eye out for anything blue and feathered. Not knowing Smokie, or anyone else much for that matter. They keep their sights trained on her untill someone says otherwise. They are not getting ambushed again.
Onris shivers as she descends into the Anti-bubble and continues down toward Casey and the flanker. "Sorry bout that one," Shi offers to Casey,"made the mistake of assuming our 6 would sty clear. Won't happen again."
"Anybody seen Smokie?" Redd walks over towards Casey and Onris, sniffing the air checking for his mate's scent. He stops midstride, as he smells the scent of both gryphon and Smokie at once, and grimaces. "I hope one of the gryphons didn't grab her..."
Smokie, at the bottom of the rubble mound, makes a pitiful whine as she stands herself up, one of her wings held in a painfully awkward position. Man, this shit sucks. She looks up the hill towards where her group was, and takes a step towards it. A searing pain stops her in her tracks, "Aw, fuck, I messed myself up some... Stupid fucking wings."
