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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 14, 2012 18:02:19 GMT -8
Within neutral territory, on the Eastern cusp of where Barker territory began and South of where the God's territory ended, Delilah would be perched on the roof of a building that had only been partially destroyed. Half the building had collapsed on it's foundations while the remainder had managed to keep itself upright. Watching through a few cracked and damaged hunks of concrete that once made up the barrier on the top of this roof, they would observe the bandits in the well fortified junkyard below.
Delilah's team would be establishing a perimeter of sorts, determining where the fortress was least defensible and trying to ascertain how numerous the bandits were. Delilah's initial guess had been about 50, but the teeming throughout the scraps of metal far below could indicate more...
What would they see?OOC: Claiming a relatively untouched junk yard for spoils and supplies for the Crows. Also home to some not so very nice bandits.
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Post by Stu Pott on Nov 14, 2012 19:08:54 GMT -8
Stu stood inside a darkened doorway just below where his beloved sat perched scoping out their situation. The enemy was fortified inside an old warehouse district, a couple of the shells of former warehouses that survived the bombings, the fires, and the looting.
His sword was out. He was told that he should never unsheathe it unless it would drink that night, but he wasn't worried; they were taking these warehouses no matter what.
His own team was smaller. Five men, all of whom were loyal militia men. Sure, they were all Crows on this op, but Stu needed men by him he could trust; he trusted his love, but he trusted the men under her about as much as he believed he could throw that big one. Mainly, not at all.
He squinted and stared across the yard. He saw the insects buzzing, men flitting between the two buildings that were closest. There were three around a barrel that was on fire; straight out of an old movie. Stu almost felt like an urban cowboy. He's just stride up through the gate and ask the barkeep for a drink. There wasn't a bar, so he'd probably only catch a baseball bat to the head, but it would be fun nonetheless.
He waited though, his five goons waiting with him, hidden in shadows and the darkness of a cloudy night, he waited, yearning to bloody that sword.
What awaited him inside?
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Post by Van on Nov 14, 2012 22:54:48 GMT -8
Welcome to the Junkyard.
From his position in the doorway, Stu Pott observes:
- There appear to be a distinction between the bandits: Grunts and Elites.
- The three Grunts in front of building 2 are in possession of small blades. It can be assumed that all Grunts carry small blades as their primary weapon (and they have 10 in each stat).
- The Elites, however carry hockey sticks embedded with nails (and they have 20 in each stat).
From her position on the roof of building 1, Delilah observes:
- The junkyard (building 2) and the warehouses across the street (buildings 3 and 4) are surrounded by a 7-foot tall chain-link fence with barbed wire lacing the top. It looks like climbing it will result in injury.
- (1) The gate is guarded by two Elite Bandits.
- (2) The junkyard is full of scrapped automobiles and miscellaneous machine parts. There's probably several tons of salvageable metal in there.
- (3) Two storage units, contents unknown.
- (4) Dumpsters, contents unknown.
- (5) There are three Grunt Bandits standing around a trash can fire, by the entrance of building 2. The doors are closed and you can't see inside.
- (6) A few bandits have walked to and from building 2 around here, there must be another entrance although you can't directly see it from your angle. There are four Grunt Bandits milling about between the building and the storage units.
- (7) Another gate guarded by two Elite Bandits.
- (8) Across the driveway, another gate guarded by one Elite Bandit.
- (9) The entrance to building 4 is closed but unguarded.
- (10) What appear to be five large tanks of oil.
- (11) There is a lone Grunt Bandit hanging out by the closed entrance of building 3.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 15, 2012 3:58:17 GMT -8
Nodding as if to herself, Delilah would raise a hand to the blue-tooth attached to her left ear. "State your positions, over?" she whispered, her voice being broadcast over the ear-pieces of both her team and that of Stu.
"Team One, Birch and I are on the West side of the chain-link fence, just across from the junk pile, over."
"Cain and I are directly opposite, Team Two."
"Circulating, counter-clockwise. Ve are due North of ze second part of ze compound, over."
"I'm circulating too! ...um. Oh, right, I'm near hiding in the building beside yours. ..OH, OVER."
"...I'm...I'm with you?"
"Copy all.
"Okay. Heather, at the signal, you take the shot at guards at the gate there. Or at the very least, stun them long enough so Stu and his men can do their work. After that, circulate.
"Then, Stu and his group will enter the main gate, he'll direct his team from there. Teams one and two, get your partners over that fence as soon as she makes the shot. I want you two to fan out along side Stu's group as they make their way. Stealth kill as much as you can for as long as you can.
"You two on the other side of the fence follow from that side as much as you can and take out those you can see along the perimeter. Or at least engage them. Only move when they move.
"Nick will be topside for this mission, relaying the situation as it changes. I will follow Stu's group from behind.
"Sergei...you're in charge of the signal. We wait on your mark."
"Copy that."
Where Sergei was in the rubble just beyond the Northern most point of the Junk yard compound, he could clearly see the set of oil drums between the two buildings, a half empty bottle of vodka sitting between his legs. Lowering his hand from the ear piece and loaded his wrist-rocket sling-shot with a ball bearing. He had a moment to take aim before he would fire at the barrels, aiming to pierce them. He would follow up with two more shots in an attempt to assure one of them would hit and burst the barrel closest to him.
Whether or not the barrel was actually pierced and leaking oil, Sergei would take the bandanna wrapped around his forehead and stuff it into the bottle before taking a lighter to it and setting the fabric ablaze. Once it was burning decently, Sergei would get to his feet, walk a couple of paces forward, and lob the Molotov over the fence and at the barrels.
If the barrel was successfully punctured, the oil would likely set on fire (or at least smoke like hell, depending on it's composition), if not cause it to explode entirely. The aim for this was to draw enough attention away from the main gate that the majority of those present would take notice.
If the barrel was not punctured, the fire and heat from the resulting impact of the Molotov might be enough to cause an explosion of the barrel, but more likely, it would simply start the building beside it on fire.
Once this was done, Sergei would immediately draw back into the ruins, moving to the right of his current position as he began to move counter clock-wise.
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Once that something happened further up that would cause smoke, fire, or debris or, perhaps, in combination of each other if they were lucky) to shoot into the air, Heather would draw back her own wrist mounted sling-shot and fire at the heads of the two guards standing at the main gate, two shots each, to give Stu's men the opening they needed to make an attack on the guards, if that was necessary.OOC:
-Birch and Nigel (Team One) are located on the West side of the junk yard, outside the chain fence. Birch will be thrown over the fence by Nigel.
-Cain and Talon (Team Two) are located on the East side of the junk yard, outside the chain fence. Cain will be thrown over the fence by Talon.
-Heather and Sergei will be circulating around the perimeter, assisting with sniping shots where needed.
-Stats for this group are standard Crow stats: 15 in every stat.
-Delilah's stats (with items/weapons):
Str: 38
Dex: 51
Con: 47
Int: 51
Wis: 39
Cha: 26
PS, that map is awesome, and thank you again.
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Post by Van on Nov 15, 2012 6:43:44 GMT -8
(ooc: Stu, my apologies if you meant to post next but I have to forego the posting order due to some critical details here.)THAT WAS A CLOSE ONE
Fortunately, the ball bearings Sergei fired at the 500-gal tank of oil failed to puncture the thick metal shell from the distance he was at. This was fortunate because had the tank ruptured, the molotov Sergei threw would surely have caused the rather large tank of oil to explode… and while that was his aim, the unforeseen consequences would surely have led to the man's death. (Having walked to the fence to throw the molotov, Sergei has placed himself at close range with the oil tanks. The explosion from just one of the 500 gallon tanks would have been enough to seriously injure him. But the explosion would also cause the other four tanks to explode as well, leading to an explosion of of a much more enormous magnitude, incinerating wave of heat, billowing plumes of hellfire rising several hundred feet into the air, blah, blah, blah…)
The ball-bearings would bounce off the shell of the oil tank, leaving only small dents. The molotov would explode fire onto the asphalt by the nearest of the barrels, but cause no harm to it or the sheet metal wall of the warehouse building beside it.
There was no explosion. In other words, no signal or distraction for Heather to take out the guards at the main gate.
Once that something happened further up that would cause smoke, fire, or debris or, perhaps, in combination of each other if they were lucky) to shoot into the air, Heather would draw back her own wrist mounted sling-shot and fire at the heads of the two guards standing at the main gate, two shots each, to give Stu's men the opening they needed to make an attack on the guards, if that was necessary.
If that something never happened, would she still shoot? The Elite Bandits guarding the main gate to the junkyard (1) took no notice of any happenings in the next warehouse block over, and continued leaning lazily against the fence, hockey sticks in hand.
Both Birch and Cain would be thrown over the fence into the junk yard unnoticed.
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Post by Stu Pott on Nov 15, 2012 8:07:46 GMT -8
A fire was a fire, and there would be some glow from it regardless of how big it was, meaning that Stu would see that their plan had failed. Fucking Sergei, he thought, and he gave the back-up signal, a three note whistle that would draw the attention of the guards out front, while simultaneously giving Heather a chance to snipe the two guards. As the first fell, Stu would walk out, his blade gleaming in the faint moonlight, the opposing guard that was still alive having but a split second to realize his doom was there until Heather dazed him as well.
Stu calmly walked up to the two men, both reeling from the hurtling ball bearing. He leaned over them, his five toughs standing behind him looking around. He pulled the trigger on his sword and the knife swung out. He pulled the blade across both throats expertly, as his guards grabbed the bodies and ran them back to their warehouse quickly.
He looked at the gate in front of him, and pulled on it. It was held in place by a flimsy chain and padlock, and Stu struck it quickly with a flick of his wrist, severing the chain. He let it fall before he opened the gate and slipped in. He pushed the mic on his bluetooth.
"We're in. Proceeding through the junkyard, sweeping and clearing. See you on the other side."
He and his men slipped quietly into the junk and began hunting down enemies, silencing them with ambushes and quick throat slits.
Stu's Stats
Strength: 47
Dexterity: 42
Constitution: 48
Intelligence: 16
Wisdom: 18
Charisma: 36
My 5 dudes are from the Militia Old Guard.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 15, 2012 8:36:56 GMT -8
"Chert poberi...<Dammit>"
"What? I saw a little flare from the fire when it hit the asphalt...was that it?"
"...It vas supposed to be."
Grimacing, Delilah opened her mouth slightly to give Heather the order to fire...when Stu gave the back up signal to draw attention to them, which would follow immediately afterward by rapid fire ping sounds as Heather fired her ball bearings at the guards' heads. Delilah winced at the whistles --why she had thought that was a good idea for a stealth infiltration, she would never remember-- and slid down from her perch, landing softly on her feet as she would take up position some distance behind Stu's group, drawing her bowie knife as she did so.
As she brought up the rear, Cain and Birch would flank the group on their respective sides as they followed just ahead of Stu's group, should his endeavours at the front gate be successful. Birch, with his rope dart in hand would move silently through the junk towards the group standing around the lit garbage can while Cain would try to quickly explore the storage units.
Heather would start moving up the circle in the same rotation pattern as Sergei so that they were never crossing paths, wrist rockets pulled back and ready to take aim at those within the fence to silence them before an alarm could be sounded.
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Post by Van on Nov 15, 2012 19:07:37 GMT -8
High Stakes
A ball bearing whizzed silently through the air and embedded itself in the forehead of the first Elite Grunt. The man yelped and slapped a hand to his bleeding forehead, only to slump toward the ground a moment later when another deadly metal ball rocketed through his right eye into his brain (rolled a 20 for Heather, insta-kill WHEE). The guard standing at the other side of the gate to his right snapped out of his daze and stared, confused, at his dead partner.
"What the heck-- AH?!"
A ball bearing stung him in the cheek and he gasped, shocked as he felt something tiny and metal roll across his tongue with the taste of blood. The fourth shot hit him in his eye and he, too, fell to the ground (19, jeegus. Heather's got ALL the luck.)
Stu would walk calmly over to the men, one of them absolutely motionless and clearly dead, the other still twitching a little bit. The twitching stopped when his throat was slit. From the other side of the junk pile, a mildly concerned voice called out to the absent guards: "Eh? Everything cool over there?" The following *kling* of breaking metal lock and chain and the unfamiliar sound of Stu's voice would warrant the sound of hastily approaching footsteps through a hidden, narrow path through the center of the junk pile. A Grunt Bandit would emerge and fall prey rather quickly to a slit throat, with no time to call out in warning.
The other two Grunt Bandits remained by their fire in front of building 2, unperturbed but curious. They kept their eyes fixed to the junk pile where their chum had disappeared into without a sound. Suspicion crept over the face of one of them as the moments passed without sign of his return.
"Peter?"
Silence. The two men stayed put, though, only slightly wary. Then one of them saw movement in the darkness out of the corner of his eye, turned, and gave the stranger (Birch) a weird look. "You're not Peter," he growled, reaching for his knife. Both Grunt Bandits would advance toward Birch with their knives ready, not recognizing what he was holding.
"Mind explaining what you're doing in here?" the first grunt growled as he flipped the blade threateningly in his hand. The other man would hesitate at a distance of about seven feet away, glaring curiously at the rope dart.
Meanwhile, Cain would slip unnoticed toward the back of the storage units. The doors, which were padlocked shut with rather heavy chains (not breakable) were on the other side-- the ends facing the other entrance (6) to building 2.
Sergei would encounter no bandits as he moved counter-clockwise from his position. The first bandit he'd see would be the lone grunt keeping watch outside the door to building 3 (11), but unless Sergei moved between the fenced-off two warehouse blocks he would be out of range to shoot effectively with the slingshot.
As Heather rounded the Eastern corner of the Southern warehouse block, she would immediately see another pair of guards standing at the end of the block (7). Both guards would catch sight of her when she came within thirty feet of their gate. They noticed her hands poised with the weapon and immediately took a defensive stance with their hockey sticks. The furthermost guard leaned toward a small electric box attached to the gate, pressed a button, and growled into it: "We've got a hostile."
The message would be received somewhere within one of the three warehouse buildings, assumedly. (guards rolled a 20, looks like Heather doesn't have all the luck after all.)
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 16, 2012 2:14:04 GMT -8
BIRCH
"Peter?"
He came upon the men at the fire, knowing that just behind him was Stu and his team. There was a roguish grin on the handsome man's face as the light washed over him just so, highlighting his features in all the wrong ways, making him appear grotesque and malicious in the shadows.
"You're not Peter,"
"No, I don't suppose I am." he chirped, the rope dart swinging in his hands now picking up speed slightly, the tip whistling slightly as it cut through the air. He was enjoying himself in his own sadistic way and it was obvious.
"Mind explaining what you're doing here?"
Oh, now this was just asking for it.
"Why, I was invited of course! There's a party going on tonight! Everyone's been invited!" he said incredulously...although he kept his voice noticeably down. The rope in his hands was now spinning much faster, the whistling emanating from it becoming steady. "Would you like to see my invitation?"
The rope dart would fly out of his grip and towards the man nearest him, aiming to pierce his sternum (around the solar plexus to pierce the diaphragm and prevent the drawing of breath, or, in the best case, his throat with it's pointed edge, hooking there with the backwards facing barbs, if it connected. If it did, he would give the rope a yank to draw the man closer to him to wrap the thin rope around his neck to strangle him, leaving him open for one pf Stu's men to take out.
If it didn't work, Birch would twitch his hand and the rope dart would fly back into his grip. As it did so, he would change hands and bring the opposite end of the rope where a blade was fixed at it's tip. Still hanging onto the rope, he would attempt to slash the blade across the man's throat, draw the weapon back, change hands again, and let the dart end fly towards the second man, grinning like a mad-man all the while.
CAIN
The storage units had nothing useful for them at the moment, at least not until they could get them open. And even though his curiosity was far from sated, Cain decided to focus on the task at hand and skirt around the unit towards the place where Birch was currently engaging the two men at the fire, sticking to the shadows as best he could. In his hands would be a small knife as he approached silently, sticking low to the ground and watching from the shadows.
If Birch was unsuccessful in his attacks and if Stu's men couldn't make it in time for an alarm not to be sounded, Cain would lunge in from behind on the second man as he made to slit his throat.
SERGEI
He saw the grunt standing guard at the storage unit near the barrels of oil he had previously tried to ignite. Unable to reach him from his angle, Sergei would suddenly pitch a dive roll forward between the two complexes into a three point stance, drawing back the sling shot and taking aim three times at the man before rolling back and into the darkness.
HEATHER
The blonde was rather pleased with herself after sniping the two guards at the gate. I mean, she was the best shot out of the whole group, but even that level of accuracy was surprising for her. This offered her a slight taste of bravado as she went about her secondary duty, coming to the two men at the gate with the weird hockey stick maces. She pulled back to fire...and was surprised as they didn't even balk.
"We've got a hostile."
Damn! She would retreat a few paces, loading and drawing back her sling to fire at the men as many times as was nessecary, continuing to back away.
TALON
Located on the same side of the fence as Heather, Talon would be lurking a ways off behind the blonde sharp shooter. He was supposed to be keeping an eye out for Cain, watching his back, but the guards at the next set of gates responded like trained soldiers, calling in reinforcements. This didn't bode well for the young girl. He raised a hand to his ear piece: "They know we're here."
Moving into the shadows of the rubble around them, he would draw the hatchets from his back, holding one in his left hand and ready to throw the second should one of them make a move towards her.
NICK
The young skinhead lay across the roof previously occupied by Delilah, eyes on the situation as it unfolded below. He saw the men spot Heather with ease, heard Talon's confirmation a moment later in his ear.
"Nigel, things are about to get hot, meet up with Sergei quickly," he advised silently. Beside him on the roof was a recurve bow. He wasn't a bad shot, but he was far better at hand to hand.
NIGEL
"Copy," the large black man rumbled, picking up the pace to a light jog to meet up with Sergei.
DELILAH
As Talon's voice came over the intercom, she would sink back into the junk piles in a low crouch, blending in with the surroundings. The aim of this would to remain as unseen as humanly possible for as long as possible and let the enemy congregate all in one place so that they might be better dealt with. She would motion for Stu to do the same, but as she was behind him, she would wonder what he would do...
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Post by Stu Pott on Nov 16, 2012 7:05:35 GMT -8
Stu saw where the bandit had come through the chasm in the junkyard. He immediately went forward, hold his sword down and away, using his body to shield any light that could bounce off of it and give his position away. He appeared from the junk pile just as Birch's rope flashed towards the neck of the Bandit. Whatever happened to him was Birch's problem.
Stu crept towards the other man, his five bodyguards running towards the building and stacking up on the door and corners, preparing to stop anyone else from coming towards the mini-melee. Stu slid up behind the warier bandit, and tapped him on the shoulder.
As he turned, he'd slide his sword straight into his belly, giving a tight twist, then yanking it across his body. His insides spilled out a he fell, and then he lept towards Birch's man, and swung hard, a single slice aimed across the neck of the man. His head would tumble and Stu wouldn't grieve, instead shaking off the blood and stacking up on Building 2.
"Del, what's your ETA?"
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Post by Van on Nov 16, 2012 18:44:52 GMT -8
Throwing Stones at a Wasp's Nest
The grunt clearly wasn't buying any of Birch's party bullshit, and lunged forward with the knife at the same time the rope dart flew toward him. The barbed metal stuck into his throat, tip half-embedded in his trachea, and the man coughed harshly in surprise. But when Birch attempted to pull back on the dart to bring the man with it, the barbs tore through his skin and the dart would go flying back without him. This only seemed to anger the man, who would attempt to stab Birch with the knife in his right hand, thrusting up toward the intruder's ribs while he was switching the rope dart between his hands. Birch's knife tore toward the grunt's throat and resulted in an eruption of warm blood over his face and chest. The bandit dropped his knife and collapsed toward Birch, clutching at his throat, dead in moments.
The second bandit, meanwhile, had seen what the dart could do and decided he didn't want to get near the thing. Taking a different approach than his friend who had just lunged forward and was now having his throat sliced, he took a step backward toward building 2 and held the knife in a throwing position. He'd ultimately miss, though, sending the knife whistling high over Birch's head into the junk pile. Birch's dart would miss as well, by a long shot, and tangle itself over some low-hanging electrical wires. It would take the man at least a minute or two to tug it free (rolled a 1, sorry :c).
Five men darted past the grunt and he looked after them, confused, as they piled themselves in front of the door. It didn't matter, though, because somebody tapped the grunt's shoulder a moment later and the man spun around into something sharp. He looked down, there was a weird feeling in his stomach, and he saw something he'd never seen before: his intestines. He did indeed fall to the ground. Stu would then leap toward the dead body at Birch's feet and hack unnecessarily at the corpse's already-gaping neck. Just overkill, really. Then Cain showed up as well, and for a moment there was nothing but silence in front building 2.
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Sergei's stealth roll was sufficiently stealthy enough to not attract attention to himself while he loaded his sling and took aim at the Grunt Bandit in front of building 3. The first ball-bearing his the guy in the shoulder. The second embedded itself in his eye. The third stuck into his forehead, and the man slumped toward the ground, clutching his face and shrieking.
The lone guard at the gate (8) took notice of the shrieking and looked over the fence, narrowing his eyes through the darkness. He saw one of his chums writhing on the ground, or something.
"What the hell's going on over there?" he called out. Both his call and the shrieking of the grunt would alert individuals inside of building 3 of a disturbance, and about twenty seconds after Sergei had rolled back into the darkness someone would emerge from building 3 to investigate.
"Holy shit, what the fuck happened?!"
Two more emerged a moment later and they carried the wounded man inside.
Meanwhile, the four grunts milling about between building 2 and the storage units had heard the commotion and migrate toward the Northern fence of the lower warehouse block to peer through the chain-link with morbid curiosity. None of them saw Sergei or Nigel to their far left, nor did they notice anything going on at the gate to their right.
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Neither of the guards would move toward Heather, remaining at their posts with their hockey sticks at the ready. Ball bearings began to fly toward them, but were annoying and left painful welts at most, decreasing in accuracy and power as the girl continued to back away.
"Fucking… stop. " one of the Elites growled at the girl, thoroughly annoyed by all the tiny projectiles pelting him like bee stings. Neither of the guards saw Talon lurking in the dark, several dozen yards in the distance.
Approximately thirty seconds after the first guard had radioed in, the Eastern door of building 2 (6) opened. A masked man in some sort of robe emerged, flanked by two more Elite Bandits at either side. He strode across the yard toward the gate (7) and stood five feet from the it, hands clinging to the front hem of his burgundy plush bath robe. He was wearing pink flip-flops and wearing a not-so-cheap halloween mask from one of his favorite sci-fi horror films.
"Explain." [/font] the man said, his voice an unnatural, emotionless rasp. The man would be seen only by Nick, if the boy had taken notice, but at his distance there would be nothing gleaned about who he was, exactly what he was wearing, who was with him, or what he said to the guards at the gate. "There's a blonde chick with a slingshot over there, and some disturbance from over in the other block." one of the guards explained, growling as another ball-bearing stung him in the thigh. He swatted at it like a wasp and then pointed to where Heather had retreated, about fifty feet away. The man in the Alien mask, still gripping the sides of his robe, leaned slowly toward the fence and turned his head so that he could see, in the distance, the fading silhouette of the girl. He was silent for a long moment in consideration. One of the Elite guards at his side lifted a hand to his ear, listening in on a Bluetooth. "Uh, sir, one of ours was shot in the eye over by the refinery."The masked man leaned back slowly and turned to look at him silently. He glanced back at the blonde girl. "So. There are multiple." he stated emotionlessly, still staring at Heather from his concealed position on the other side of the narrow gaps in the chain-link. He walked back to building 2 and disappeared inside again, followed by his two guards. A few moments later, the sound of an intercom system crackled and sounded from all the buildings in the two blocks. A static intake of breath could be heard, followed by a raspy, monotone voice. "To whom it may concern: your presence is most aggravating. It will not be tolerated. Please remain where you are. Someone will be along to dispatch you from this world shortly."The East-facing doors of building 2 opened again, seven Grunt Bandits emerging. The four lingering by the fence joined them by the front of the storage units and then they split into two groups, of fix and six individuals respectively. Both groups would move toward the gate which had by then been opened by the guards. The group of six turned right and began running toward Heather with their knives withdrawn. The group of five withdrew their knives and moved into the driveway between the two fenced-off blocks, looking around for any sign of intruders. Meanwhile, from both buildings 3 and 4, six men emerged from each doorway and lined up in front of it, peering defensively into the darkness beyond the fence.[/blockquote]
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 18, 2012 0:59:35 GMT -8
NICK
Now, Nick was in a veeerryyy interesting position here. He watched as what appeared to be a woman with a misshapen head, flanked by two normal looking guys, walked out of the entrance of the building Birch was now skirting to get to the four curious guys and towards the gate. He was there for roughly a minute before heading back the way he came. Nick could only watch with morbid fascination.
"Fuckin' queer-bags." he grumbled, raising to one knee and sliding back a pace, picking up the bow and nocking an arrow, not drawing it back just yet. "Del, ah, I'm no expert but I'm thinkin' things are about to go sideways, over?"
DELILAH, BIRCH AND CAIN
She watched as Birch and Stu killed off the two bandits standing at the fire, watching from her hunkered position roughly twenty feet away among the junk. They knew they were here, she heard that much from Talon earlier and now there were distant cries of agony North of where they were. Sergei's handiwork, no doubt." Del, what's your ETA?" Bowing her head a little further down, whispering into the earpiece, watching Birch attempt to tear his rope-dart free of where it became entangled. "I'm right behind you. Hold your position for a moment, I want to see how they want to deal with us."
Analyze, analyze, analyze.
Thankfully, they wouldn't have to wait long.
"Del, ah, I'm no expert but I'm thinkin' things are about to go sideways, over?"
"Copy that." she replied brusquely, waiting for it to happen."To whom it may concern: your presence is most aggravating. It will not be tolerated. Please remain where you are. Someone will be along to dispatch you from this world shortly." Well, that was an interesting way of speaking. The raspy monotone sent the little hairs prickling on the back of her neck. Now there was the steady thud of booted feet as the bandits left their respective places, ready for combat.
Alright then.
"Go," she whispered into the headset to Stu. She herself broke from her position, running as quietly as she could to where Cain was standing, motioning for him and Birch to follow. They would move back into the storage units and forward towards the gate, pausing in the shadows just long enough to see they were branching into two teams. So, they knew their perimeter had been breached, but not that they had already been infiltrated. That worked for her.
As the group of six went for Heather, Delilah would move to one of the guards at the gate (7) and attempt to slice his throat from behind with her drawn tanto knife before moving quickly to the second man in an attempt to bury the tip of the blade in the side of the bandit's neck. Meanwhile, Cain and Birch would hurry past her, running up behind the other soldiers, Birch flinging the knife end of the rope dart to ice-pick into his back while Cain would do to tackle another man around the middle, jabbing his knife repeatedly where ever it might find purchase if he managed to gain a hold on him.
NIGEL AND SERGEI
The two men waited with bated breath as the raspy intercom voice made its proclamation, withdrawing slowly to ease into the West side of the first block, Sergei drawing back the sling as they backed away slowly until he was a quarter down the pathway. Nigel pulled his two iron cast tonfa from his hip, holding them in his large hands, standing just at the corner of the fence, the depth of his skin providing extra camouflage in the darkness.
The moment even one of the five that were after them rounded the corner, Nigel would aim a punch with the tonfa for their face, the second arm coming around in a swing to clear the other side, the longer end of the weapon turning in his hand as the longer end went out to catch another soldier in the temple.
Sergei would immediately start pelting the others from a relatively close range (10-15 feet away) with the ball bearings, aiming calmly for debilitating or kill shots. If one should come to close, Sergei would abandon this practice immediately and draw his little combat knife defensively, trying to dance out of the way of the first cut to the outside and slash his opponents arm along the back to force him to let go of the knife. If that worked, he would step in and aim to plunge his knife into the hollow of the bandit's throat.
HEATHER AND TALON
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
Her little ball bearings seemed to be doing nothing aside from irritating the crap out of the people she was shooting, which was something in of itself, but not really anything worth writing home about. AAAAND now people were rushing her. Shit, this was not good. Biting back a whimper, Heather abandoned this pursuit and drew her own little knife, bracing for the fight.
From the darkness behind Heather, a hatchet would fly out of the darkness as one of the men got close, the strike coming from just over five feet away as the blade made to bury itself into the man's skull. The big man would rush out of the darkness moments later, sliding in front of the girl and bringing the second hatchet around in an attempt to bash another man's skull in with the butt of the blade and then swinging it back around for a chop at the neck of a third.
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Post by Stu Pott on Nov 18, 2012 18:22:20 GMT -8
Stu could hear the sounds of many boots pounding across the ground, his mind focusing as all other thoughts disappeared. Stu gripped the handle of the door and looked towards his five men, nodding once, twice, three times GO!
Stu pulled open the door and slipped into the building. He looked around, but everyone had seemingly evacuated. Stu was cautious. His men spread out, and they walked the distance of the building, seeking out and silencing, quietly, any opposition. Simple whistles would be used to notify anyone else to any trouble, trying to keep their enemy out of the information loop.
Depending on how the assault went, Stu's team would end up at the rear of the building, where they would stack up once again at the eastern door. The team waited for Stu to peer around, but the situation would probably be heavily changed since his last intel update.
However, he did see men running around, but he did not leap into action.
"Now what, twist?" he asked, keying his radio. She better know more about what's going on than he did.
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Post by Van on Nov 19, 2012 21:55:01 GMT -8
(ooc: i'm going to be gone roadtrippin' for a few days. I'll be back by Monday at the latest but i may or may not find time to post for this while i'm out. Have a good holiday, y'all)A most unwelcome guest
As the two Elite Bandits were standing with their backs to the fence outside the gate, it would be impossible for Delilah to move directly behind the guard to slash his throat. Instead she would have to reach around the fence with her knife, which got the job done but at the expense of grabbing the attention of the other guard.
"HEY--" the man shouted, lunging toward the girl. He was almost knocked to the ground by Cain and Birch as they bolted through the gate, and stepped back, putting a few feet between himself and Delilah. He held the hockey stick at length, ready to swing the spiked brunt of it at her face if he had to, but he didn't yet. He glared at her, glancing at his chum as he slumped toward the ground with his neck torn open, then flicking his eyes back to the female.
"Who are you." he demanded, his voice a low, angry growl.
It's been a bad day
Meanwhile, Birch and Cain were catching up with the group of six grunts and successfully pulling half the attention away from Heather for a moment. The second-to-last grunt let out a startled yelp as he felt a searing pain jut into his spine, and a moment later his legs went numb and stopped running and he QWOP'd to the ground. The man would live the rest of his short life as a paraplegic, which luckily for him at this point, would probably only be a few seconds.
Cain's tackle was a success as well, and he downed the slowest runner of the group and began repeatedly stabbing the man in the back of his neck and shoulders. The grunt shrieked in excruciating terror and convulsed and promptly died beneath the blade of Cain's knife.
Two grunts who had taken up position in the middle of the group turned at the sounds of their comrades falling, and then screaming, and backtracked a few yards to help fight off their assailants. One of them would sprint toward Birch with his blade ready to be thrust upward under the man's ribcage with his right hand if he got close enough. The other would skid to a halt where his chum was being repeatedly stabbed, and attempt to grab Cain by the collar of his shirt and throw him off to the side (even though it was too late and the other grunt would die from his injuries). He would then proceed to kick the shit out of the man for as long as he could, aiming for Cain's gut, ribcage, and face with his steel-toed boots. Needless to say, the man was livid, and Cain would most likely catch wind of it some way or another, the wind being knocked out of him or summat.
As for the other two grunts who'd taken the lead, they were closing in fast on Heather and her shadowy accomplice. An axe would could fly from the shadows but ultimately miss its target's skull by about half foot, an unlucky throw perhaps. The big man swung at the second grunt with the butt of his blade but the grunt ducked, and from his low-forward position he would reflexively and rather accurately thrust his knife between Talon's lower ribs. As this was happening, though, Talon's hatchet would swing back and make a clean slice halfway through the first grunt's neck. (Talon's rolls were 3, 1, and 15… hrm :/)
As of that moment, two of the six grunts were dead, one was paralyzed on the ground from the waist down, and three were yet unharmed but engaged in close combat with the intruders.
One on one
As Nigel and Sergei were waiting at the Western side of the blocks and the five Grunt Bandits would round the corner of the Eastern side, there was far too much distance between them (a couple hundred feet at least) for either the two Crows to make an attack or the grunts to notice there was anyone there, concealed in the darkness. The five men had spread out to the entire width of the corridor between the two fenced blocks, moving forward slowly, their eyes panning all around. Only after a slow minute would they make it anywhere near the Western end of the block, but by then, the intruders had already been spotted--
Also keeping watch for the assailant of the man who had been guarding the entrance of building 3, were the six men that had emerged and lined up defensively in front of the warehouse doors. Eventually someone would catch a glint of something out of the corner of his eye, moonlight on the iron tonfa perhaps, and narrow his eyes into the shadows. There, sure enough, two figures were visible.
"Over there!" the grunt shouted, pointing at Nigel and Sergei's position. The five grunts between the two blocks would begin running forward in a uniform line, knives at the ready. When they came within fifteen feet, a ball-bearing struck one in the forehead but failed to stop his charge. The same man would be struck again an instant later, but this time the ball-bearing would strike him with enough force to plummet through his skull and lodge itself in his frontal lobe. He fell. The four remaining were less than ten feet away now. Two of them darted toward Nigel while the other two made for Sergei. One immediately felt his nasal cavity cave in a little bit at Nigel's first punch and he reeled backward, clutching his broken nose, only to pass out on the ground an instant later. Nigel's second swing would come just a little shy of the other grunt's temple, as the man managed to dodge by leaning out of the way of it as he lashed with an outstretched arm to slash at the black man's forearm with his knife.
Sergei, meanwhile, dodged the first slash from another grunt's knife and plunged his blade into the man's throat with ease. Another grunt would lunge forward as he did so, aiming to punch the tip of his knife into Sergei's knife-wielding arm.
As of that moment, two of the grunts were dead, one was unconscious, and two were yet unharmed but engaged in close combat.
Being somewhere you shouldn't
(ooc: in the future please remember to make the proper checks; if doors are locked, etc. I'll let this one slide for the sake of not invalidating your entire post, but in the future i can't make any more exceptions.)
As soon as Stu had stepped through the warehouse door, the door would slam shut behind him before any of his five men had the chance to follow. If Stu turned he would see a stone-faced Elite standing directly beside the doorway with his hand on the door. A faint beep would be heard and above the door, a small LED light would blink from green to red. The same would happen above the Eastern door, although no one was there to see it. Neither of the doors could now be opened, from in or outside.
The tall Elite moved with his broad back to the door and stood motionless with the hockey stick held horizontally at arm's length in front of him like a bar.
Stu would perhaps notice that another Elite emerge from a doorway a couple yards down the hall. The second bandit would mirror the first's position with his hockey stick, barring across the entire width of the hallway. The distance between the two men was roughly ten feet, and Stu would be directly in the middle of them. Neither of the man made any motion toward Stu. They merely kept their eyes fixed on him sternly, tracking every movement. They appeared to be waiting for some kind of signal.
"What is your business here." the intercom would rasp, calmly assertive and emotionless. It was audible within the building only, its source unknown. All Stu would be able to see at this point was a long hallway, spanning the length of the warehouse that clearly was not a warehouse, with a few closed doors dotting the walls here and there.
"Speak clearly and I will hear you."
36 Bandits spotted
10/?? Total Bandits killed
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 28, 2012 15:21:36 GMT -8
DELILAH
As the first man dropped, the angle of the cut ensuring his lifes blood sprayed forwards and not on the woman, she was spotted. Getting both of them in one go would have been too easy. The man held his hockey stick-mace thing threateningly in her direction and she slowly pulled her tanto knife from its sheath, holding the blade against her forearm and her bowie knife in a sabre grip in her other hand, even as she held her arms by her sides.
"Who are you."
So many answers. So many fucks not given.
Rather than replying (which was an astounding waste of time in her opinion), she did two things in rapid succession to help her gain the advantage:
First she activated her Qi on it's highest setting. Second, she threw herself into a roll towards him but slightly off to the side, counting on the fact that it was dark and it would be difficult for him to track her as she rolled. Of course, if he was better with that thing than she thought he was, that was what her Qi was for, a silver sheen now coating the most vulnerable areas of her body as she rolled.
If her roll wasn't stopped by the guard, she would come up on her knees. She made two cuts simultaneously: one at the lower part of his calf with her bowie knife to sever the achillies tendon while her tanto would come up overhand to slash the artery on the inside of his thigh with the razor sharp blade, retracting and stabbing the area for an added puncture benefit. She would take care to quickly throw another roll past him in case he should fall, this one carrying her to her feet.
Stats before Qi activation (Includes all items):
Str: 43
Dex: 52
Con: 48
Int: 52
Wis: 44
Cha: 28
QI ACTIVATED:
Level : Tungsten (Dangerous)
Upon Initial Activation of this mode: +20 Con.(Def.)/+17(Off.), +3 Dex.(Off.), -10 Cha., -7 Int. -10% decrease to Str. and Con. after two posts.
This level of usage makes Delilah very aggressive. After two posts, her attacks become incredibly reckless and fierce. She will resort to unorthodox methods and reacts to things purely on instinct and will become a hazard to people fighting alongside her. Maximum coverage coats 77% of the body at any given time (minimal protection) and will definitely hurt opponents if contacted. Maximum coverage (minimal protection) prevents 55%of damage to a specifically defined area (up to 20% of body coverage) and will definitely hurt opponents if contacted with force. Qi can only be moved from spots on Delilah’s body once per post. When hit, a clang noise can be heard on contact and a vibration may travel up the limb. Concentration of armour is more dense than in Mildly Dangerous mode and is almost impossible to break or penetrate. Dangerous mode armour can permeate from the skin down through the muscle and through the bone. At this point, the areas that are affected by Delilah’s Qi will gain a metallic coating.
Str: 43 +17(Off.)
Dex: 52 +3 (Off.)
Con: 48 +20 (Def.)
Int: 52 - 7
Wis: 44
Cha: 28 - 10
And after all that math:
Str: 60
Dex: 55
Con: 68
Int: 45
Wis: 44
Cha: 18
CAIN, BIRCH, HEATHER, NICK, TALON
(Lawl, poor Talon)
As Birch's rope dart hit it's mark, he would quickly move in--only to retreat a couple of steps as two of the man's comrades turned around and barreled towards himself and Cain. With a sharp yank, he quickly pulled his rope dart free of the now paralyzed man. The guard would come in for a stab towards Birch, allowing him to pivot himself to the outside of his opponents arm (and thusly out of range of his attack), deftly throw one half of the rope around his neck and shift behind him. Placing a foot on the base of his spine to prevent him from moving backwards or turning easily, Birch would quickly switch hands so the ends of the rope (but not the VERY ends, as those were rather sharp) were crossed over each other. Then he would pull tight as Birch tried to strangle the man with his weapon.
Cain, perhaps having less luck than his comrades, only had a brief moment to look up from his stabbing, at the man who was about to deliver quite the shit-kicking to him. He was grabbed and thrown unceremoniously to the side, where he managed to roll onto his knees, trying to ready himself for the next attack.
The first kick came just under his guard and to his rib cage, forcing the air from his lungs in a long, painful wooosh. He slid back from the blow, trying to recover as another kick caved in his face, knocking a couple of teeth loose and breaking his nose for the sixth time in his life.
Coughing for air, blood pouring from his mouth and nose, Cain was suddenly filled with blind rage, that red-hot sensation that bubbles up when ones life is in peril. The third kick that caught him in the chest, Cain clung desperately to, wrapping a gangly arm around the limb while the other started to cut and stab indiscriminately. He would yank the leg towards him as he did so and try to stand up, trying to knock the man off balance. If not, then it would just make it harder for his opponent to beat him around the head with his hands: if he tried to kick him with his other leg, a fall was inevitable.
If the man did fall, Cain would be on him like a starving lion on a flank of water buffalo, snarling with blood dripping down his face, just as livid as his opponent, stabbing and cutting and stomping his head or neck where he could.
Talon growled at himself at the loss of his hatchet: he NEVER missed with those, was better at throwing the heavy axes than anyone else on the team, Delilah included.
That's it. No more mistakes. You can't afford any.
And how right he was. The second attack that missed caused cost him dearly, a knife wound puncturing his lower ribcage on the left hand side. He was no stranger to knife wounds, having spent years picking fights in bars, and it was that experience alone that let him destroy the first man's neck with a swing of the hatchet.
The moment she saw the blow land on Talon, Heather leapt into action. She lunged at the man who had stabbed him with her small knife, going in for an upwards diagonal cut to his neck in an attempt to slash the arteries, circling back down for a sharp jab with the blade to his ribs.
Gasping in pain, Talon backpedaled quickly, one meaty hand clutching his rib cage as blood began to seep through it. God, it was like someone had poured molten steel into the wound and then tried to stop the heat with liquid nitrogen. Gritting his teeth, he fought the pain, forcing himself to straighten up. He could keep going. He must keep going.
In the distance, Nick stood atop the ruined building, aiming for one of the men that hadn't been subdued by the other tengu, if there were any. If there were, he would aim carefully before firing at the head of the enemy, draw another arrow and then fire again (if the first shot didn't work or if a second man was left standing).
NIGEL AND SERGEI
The knife easily put a gash in Nigel's arm, and although the pain was considerable, it barely earned a grunt from Nigel. He would swing around with the same arm, hoping to catch the nimble little knife user in the head with the iron tonfa, the second arm coming around for a blow to the rib cage just in case.
Sergei, meanwhile, would leap back from the stab before quickly darting to the outside of the man's right arm and passing his knife to his left hand as he would attempt to flay the man's stomach open with a wide slash as he moved past him before pirouetting behind him and aiming to bury the knife at the place where the head and the spine connect, right at the base of the skull.
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