Nadezhda
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Post by Nadezhda on Oct 19, 2008 22:42:26 GMT 1
Nadya scoops up the AK-74 as she lets the bag drop to the floor. The gun comes up on the guard in front of her and starts spitting lead as soon she has him squarely in her sights. She follows up with another burst on the same guy, making sure he doesn't get any bright ideas about surviving, before bringing it across to the next guard and squeezing off another three rounds.
((if you want to count taking hold of the gun as an action then split action draw/fire, otherwise just a full action for the first burst, then two rage for extra bursts, willpower into the first shot regardless))
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 22, 2008 8:17:04 GMT 1
As they started firing, Vasara ducked back into the office and picked up his knife, shifting to his Glabro form as he did. The last thing he wanted was another Martin incident if they didn't manage to destroy the security tapes before they left. Before he stepped back out into the hallway, he concentrated on his skin, making it grow tough and thick and warty. If you thought Vasara looked ugly before, now he looked downright nasty. He also smelled like someone who had been living under a bridge for too long.
((Split action to shift and draw knife. Spend Gnosis to activate Trollskin))
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Post by Saxon on Oct 22, 2008 23:30:05 GMT 1
Oh nasty Saxon thought as he stepped back into the office shifting up Glabro as he did so. A quick look at the wall and he started through it, smashing at the plasterboard.
His intent was to move down the offices and come out behind the advancing guards.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 23, 2008 0:22:28 GMT 1
The deafening sound of gunfire quickly fills the corridor as both Nadya and the team start shooting. Nadya's first shot lands straight on the first man's vest.
They return fire. Through blind luck mostly, Vasara manages to avoid the bullets as he ducks into the office. He manages to make it Glabro with little difficulty, and his skin takes on a scaly thick texture (2 extra soak). Saxon isn't so lucky, as one of the shots catches him in the side as he falls back into the office. Nadya is hit by a couple of bullets as she stands facing them. But even as they rip through her, they manage to miss any vital organs.
Nadya quickly follows up with a second burst, which hits the same spot, but tears through the armour this time. He drops his gun and falls to the ground, coughing up blood. She then turns the gun on the second one, catching him in the shoulder and causing a cry of pain. He remains on his feet however. That alone is indication enough that they are not up against normal cops here. Something isn't right.
The tension in the corridor is reaching explosive heights, but both Saxon and Nadya manage to keep a grip on their rage for now.
Shiny Damage (In lethal): Nadya 3 - regain rage Saxon 4 (Must spend rage to ignore stun. You can start ripping through the plaster next turn, although if you spend rage on that too, it wil be faster.)
A trollish Vasara looked at his injured packmate as he stumbled into the office. A quick look told him the Ahroun would be fine. "That girl is crazy," he muttered, as Nadya stood in a hail of bullets, firing back nonchalantly. Brandishing the knife he ran out the office door, screaming a war-cry for Fenris as he did. He slashed his knife twice at the first one he could get hold of. On the bright side, this wasn't going to hurt.
(Activate resist pain, run over on initial action, spend two rage to attack twice)
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Nadezhda
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Post by Nadezhda on Oct 23, 2008 0:55:54 GMT 1
It isn't the first time Nadya's been shot, but that doesn't mean she enjoys it. She shouts out as she's spun round slightly by the impact, though the noise of the gunfire does a good job of drowning it out. "Poshyol tuy!" It's not German, obviously, but her tone implies it's quite rude. 18 She turns back to face them and continues firing, another burst into the second one she shot to finish him off and the next two bursts into the one Vasara isn't rushing at. While firing, she takes the few steps to the kitchen doorway so she can partially obscure herself from their bullets. 15 Mentally, she's ticking off the bullets left in the clip. 12
((also activate resist pain, walk into the doorway and take a bit of cover, will into the first burst, two rage for two extra bursts))
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Post by Saxon on Oct 26, 2008 23:28:02 GMT 1
Damm that hurt, Saxon shook his head to wave off the impact pain and damage. He began to attack the plasterboard and forcing himself through it.
{{Spend rage to avoid the stun and to speed up moving through the plasterboard}}
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 27, 2008 11:18:32 GMT 1
Saxon breaks through the plasterboard with surprisingly little difficulty, and finds himself in an office mostly similar to the one he was already in. The door appears locked, but if he broke through the wall, there's little chance a door will stop him.
The first of the armed guards, the one Nadya had previously winged, sees Vasara approach and draws his own knife quickly. The two blades clash as the guard parries the first. The second lands a perfect slash across the guard's throat, but much to Vasara's surprise, there is no splash of blood. He doesn't seem to have broken skin at all. As Vasara braces himself to strike again, he catches a glimpse of the man's completely black eyes.
Nadya fires her gun at the remaining two men. One of them takes cover in the doorway marked "toilets", attempting to avoid her spray of bullets, but not quite succeeding as one of her bullets hits him in the leg as he stumbles inside. The second one fires back as he attempts to kick in the office door on the other side and take cover there. Unfortunately for him, Saxon is already in that office.
No damage this round: Nadya heals 1 (2 lethal, 2 rage, 3 will) Saxon heals 1 (3 lethal, 3 rage, 6 will) Vasara (3 rage, 7 will)
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Oct 27, 2008 12:02:18 GMT 1
Vasara returned his knife to protected ready-position as he looked the guard more carefully. He kept his upper body moving to make it more difficult for guard to figure out his attack.
"Huh... some kind of smart-arse, eh?" Vasara whispered to guard he was fighting against as he weaved back and then attacked again.
If slicing didn't do that much good, I need a new plan he thought as he tried to grab the guard from his knife arm with his free hand and twisting it hard as he entangled his leg with guards leg, to get a hold from guards belt with his own knife-hand to pick the bastard up and slam to the ground, hopefully himself landing on top of the guard.
Let's see how much you like it close and personal...
OOC: That was the longer way to describe: "Grappling the fool down, use Scent the True Form"
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Nadezhda
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Post by Nadezhda on Oct 27, 2008 14:00:08 GMT 1
Nadya sneers as the cowards start hiding from her, though they do have every reason to. She advances on the doorway the one she had winged had slipped through; ignoring the other one as, even over the gunfire, the noise of smashing walls was hard to miss so Saxon would be able to handle him. Though the possibility that Saxon would again scamper off again while she and Vasara got on with the fighting didn't escape her. She keeps advancing, staying on the opposite side of the corridor to the toilets so she could keep her weapon raised and sidestepping down the corridor so she's facing the right way. If he appears in the doorway she'll squeeze off a burst, otherwise she'll pause just short of the doorway to avoid giving him a free shot at her until she's ready.
((holding action, fire a burst if she catches sight of the guy hiding in the toilets))
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Post by Saxon on Oct 28, 2008 0:13:31 GMT 1
It seemed by the sounds of a boot hitting the door that one of the gunmen was seeking this office for cover. Saxon smiled and picked up a chair getting himself set by the door. As the gunman crashed in he would find his face meeting a chair.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 28, 2008 9:00:27 GMT 1
Vasara is once again surprised by the fool's quickness and agility as it effortlessly sidesteps his attempt to grab it. He notices that most of the man's bulk is actually his body armour, and he is in fact quite lithe and not particularly well-built. He also smells strange. Vasara can't quite put his finger on it, but he's sure it's something that he's smelled before, probably more than once. And he's sure that wasn't a happy memory either.
Saxon waits until the door comes crashing open before he swings the mighty chair of doom unto the man's face. It crashes into his chest, and yields a sharp cry of shock and pain. The guard stumbles and loses his footing, but doesn't look like he's out of the fight yet.
Nadya approaches carefully, quite an uncharacteristic action, but I suppose bullets in the chest deserve a little extra care. She can't see the man from the doorway, but a trail of blood leads further into the restrooms and out of her line of sight.
No damage, no change in rage & will Nadya heals 1 (1 lethal) Saxon heals 1 (2 lethal)
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Oct 28, 2008 10:14:03 GMT 1
Vasara was getting angry. This greased little pig was playing with him and generally Vasara saw himself as a person who didn't like playing games.
He closed the distance again, first slashing from left to right at guards face and at the end of the slash, he turned his wrist and suddenly turned his attack into stab, trying to find unarmored spot.
He felt the Rage pumping in his veins and right after the stab, he attempted to grab the guard again from it's knifehand and belt and thump it into the ground.
(( 1st action: splitted in two knife-attacks, use Rage for extra action: bodyslam the guard to floor (using Willpower on this) ))
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Post by Nadezhda on Oct 28, 2008 10:30:53 GMT 1
Nadya doesn't like this at all, but there isn't much choice in the matter. Not while they're in a hurry, anyway. She edges up to the doorway, exposing as little of herself as possible while she peeks in over the gunsights and ready to move if she finds herself caught unaware. She opens fire as soon as she sees the guard and if she doesn't she just shoots through the partition if his blood trail indicates him having moved to hide in one of the toilet stalls.
(single burst, using willpower, if she gets a shot at him, aborting to a dodge (using willpower there instead) if he attacks with the initiative)
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Post by Saxon on Oct 29, 2008 1:04:28 GMT 1
Never one to give a sucker an even break as the guard looses his footing Saxon brings the chair swinging around again aiming to smash it over the guards head.
{{Assuming the chair is intact, if all that Saxon was left with was chair legs then he would try and drive one of them into the guards face.}}
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 29, 2008 9:56:25 GMT 1
Sounds of rapidly approaching feet can be heard from the stairwell as the battle wears on. They won't be alone for long.
Saxon's second swing hits the guard as he tries to get up, and the heavy chair smashes his head open with a spray of blood.
The trail of blood tells Nadya the guard has crawled to the side, and she leans in to fire off a shot. He is ready and waiting, but the amount of blood he's lost slows him down, and Nadya fires a burst into his face, and puts him out of his misery.
Meanwhile, Vasara slashes his knife across the man's face, finally drawing blood and leaving a long cut along his cheek. He gets no reaction, however, as the man still stands steady and starts to whisper dark words that send shivers up Vasara's spine. As he stabs him again, he sees the shadows start to collect around the guard. His knife sticks the man's neck where the armour is thin, but before he can really tell how badly he's hurt him, he is surounded by the darkness that spreads through the corridor. Although it is not quite blinding, it still makes fighting the fool very bothersome.
Frustrated, with his rage pushing against the back of his throat, Vasara throws himself at the guard. In the darkness he manages to grab unto something thick and scaly, and pins it underneath his body weight.
Still no damage Vasara regains rage. Grapple successful.
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