[center][h1][color=8dc73f]Collab between Boomer and Scion[/color][/h1][/center]

[u][i][b][center][h1]Decimating the field[/h1][/center][/b][/i][/u]

[center][h1]Souk Semmarine, Marrakesh, Morocco[/h1][/center]
[center][h2]1400 Local Time[/h2][/center]

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[color=8dc73f]Chuck had just finished reloading. He had taken down about 6 of their soldiers in a row but he was going to need to help to get through. He needed to clear a space for extraction and go take care of whatever it was that Samantha had found. He clicked on his comms and spoke into them as he continued to walk his gun back down the enemy line. 

“Scion, I need some help. We need to clear a path for extraction. I also need to get over to where Chaos has something to destroy.” Chuck grinned as his competitive side kicked in. He was having a blast. He loved being off leash without all the restrictions he used to be held to. He liked his new job with Raven Squad. “Let’s have some fun with this. Who do you think can disable more of the enemy? Me or you? Winner gets a beer? Night out on the other guy? Name your stakes!” He continued to move his gun back down the line taking careful headshots. The enemy soldiers must really fear their commander. They were still running towards the heavies of Raven Squad.[/color] 

[color=7ea7d8]The big smooth lines of Scion’s armor could contrast heavily with most types of armor his size maybe. As he hosed the approach up behind them. The occasional war whoop piercing the air during it. And the twinned Heavy Machine Guns just didn’t seem to slow down. The roar steadily.

But soon they do slow as he turns to Boomer, “Eh?” Then the grin in his voice is clear, “Oh a contest then? Alright.” He stepped up beside Boomer, “Night out? Or a Beer? I like the idea of my scotch being woody tasted. While pumping 400 pounds of iron. Alright. You’re on.” With that the other big man turned towards where Boomer is targeting. Calling into a two way comms channel, “Armor, activate kill counter. New count.” 

Then hell came to this section of the souk, “Begin!” [/color]

[color=7ea7d8]Scion roared as he once again depressed the firing stud of his main twinned guns.
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[color=8dc73f]Chuck grinned as Scion stepped up next to him with a matching grin. Yes he could see he was really going to enjoy this. Chuck didn’t have a brother but he imagined there would be scenes like this in his life if he did. The closest he had to them had been in the Marines. But then his team had been killed in battle to line someone’s pockets. He still wanted to nail whoever that was to a fucking wall. 

He had never had anyone in his life his size with similar abilities. This would prove interesting as Jamie could certainly keep up with him. He laughed as he heard Jamie tell his suit to keep track of his kill count. Chuck spoke to his AI. He would have to name this damn thing soon. “Computer, keep track of my kill count starting now.” He laughed hysterically as Jamie’s twin guns fired up to full speed and he began to decimate his side of the wall of bodies in front of them.

Chuck began to pick up speed firing as he went. He was going to run out of ammo at this rate. He grinned as he dropped his rifle as they began to close the distance to the enemy. He pulled Lucille free from the sheath on his back. Time to create some old school destruction. He let the heavy weapon dangle from the titanium chain as he began to spin it out in a widening arc as he approached the front line. Chuck called out to Jamie “Do I get extra points for style?”[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]Jamie cackled and swept his weapon in a short arc. Any man who crossed that path riddled with the cocktail of rounds in his weapons. AP, FMJ, Frangibles, Raufoss and a few others besides. A rich and deadly amount of lead. He watched his kill counter go up steadily too. Calling into the comms channel, “What sort of pull does their leader have on them that they come running? Like a tide on the St. Lawrence.” He staggered abit as an RPG round hissed by his shoulder. Turning and absolutely annihilating where the rocket had come from, the points are welcome, but he also wants this little moment to last. So stopping that will prolong it.

Turning back to the main fight he grins brightly, “Oh look at that a man after my own heart.” Followed by a growl when the first hopper of ammo ran dry finally, “Well, if you get style points. Then so do I. Say two times per melee kill?” At saying that, Scion swung his twin guns onto his back and from the small of his back drew The Throngler, “Agreed?”

And he too charged into the thickest number of enemies he could. A few of them pulling bats, or grabbing pieces of metal from the ground, worried about hitting each other with their guns as the pair of heavies waded into them like yapping dogs.[/color]

[color=8dc73f]Chuck saw an older pickup truck with men in the back manning a large caliber machine gun. Several of the men had rocket propelled grenade launchers. Chuck kept up his conversation with Jamie over comms. “Typically I would only see this kind of dedication among religious fanatics. It does make you wonder what’s in the water over here.” Chuck targeted the fast approaching vehicle with one of his remaining missiles. “That sounds fair to me.” 

As Jamie and Chuck added style points to their agreement. About that time, the missile hit the pickup truck which produced a louder explosion as the grenades on the vehicle went up with the missile in secondary explosions. The vehicle launched upwards from the force of the explosion and flipped landing upside down on fire. The men who had been in the back had been shredded by the explosion. With that greater threat eliminated, Chuck turned his attention back to the group of men he was fighting. His first swing had crushed one man and knocked him into 3 others, knocking them all off their feet. He pulled Lucille back to him with the chain.He held it by the handle with both hands as he began to lash out left and right as he waded deeper into the throng of enemy men. [/color] 

[color=7ea7d8]The interesting things about melee weapons is that their naming scheme tells you alot. Take for instance, Dark King Fruntmore’s Edge of Dark Bloodletting. This naming scheme gives you the idea that there is more then one Edge of Dark Bloodletting, and that Fruntmore may not even be the first one to wield that particular blade. But Jamie lives on one fact, there is only one Throngler and that’s the only way you can get Throngled.

The double bladed axe cleaved through the air. And took one, two, three even four people at a time in one case. It’s not so much the killing edge but the sheer weight behind it, carrying one man along with it then into the next and the next. With a mighty cackling roar Scion finishes a strike and looks around. And this time just barely gets out of the way of the next rocket to come screaming out of a window. Just getting his hand up to push the rocket to the side and even then he gets dinged off the shoulder and pushed into a stack of pottery, that sends a cloud of red, blue, yellow and brown spices sailing up into the air.

A round of cheering going up, the fighters in that building thinking they scored a kill themselves.

But the cloud of joy and spices is quickly dispersed as eight hisses one after the other pierce the air. The spices clearing, Jamie holding his axe to his side as he empties the remaining rockets in his launcher on his shoulder into the air, which then rain down on the building. Bringing it down on those people still inside. He’ll write up a report later if that leads to civilian casualties but he was getting annoyed at that point.

With a grin he looks over at Boomer, “Do I count that as only one? Or can I say that’s ten as a good compromise?”[/color]

[color=8dc73f]Chuck began to bat the smaller men aside easily with each swing taking someone out of the fight or outright killing them. The weight behind the weapon coupled with his strength and the speed at which he could use it crushed almost everything in his path. Ribs crushed and caved in, heads popped like overripe melons, and the bones in limbs were shattered and fell limp at odd angles. Screams of pain and fear rose from the front lines. 

Chuck threw his head back and laughed as he heard Jamie as they waded into heavy fighting. “Well I would say just let your suit decide. The computer is impartial. I think I have to give you ten otherwise I can’t take credit for the 7 ment that were in that pickup truck. There had been two in the cab and five in the back.” 

Chuck spun putting all his weight behind the kick he used to launch an enemy back into the ranks of her fellows. The man’s chest was crushed as he flew backwards; his momentum taking two more men with him before he fell to the ground. Chuck spun Lucille and used both hands as he swung in an arc taking 4 men down from the blow. He looked around to see where they were. “Chaos, Scion and I are moving towards your location. Please confirm where in the compound you are? We are currently wading through lines of our host to join you. We would hate to be late to the party.” 

Chuck began to swing the weapon in a pattern designed to disable and knock the enemy to the side  as he continued to move forward. It put all those lovely physics laws to work with him. It had a pattern and rhythm to it that Chuck found soothing and easy to sustain. As he began to make headway as the men around him began to thin out. [/color]

[color=7ea7d8]Scion fell into place to Chuck’s rear. Any that weren’t downed permanently by Boomer, Jamie finished off. His axe whistling through the air. Turning and catching, pulling and hacking dangerously. Leaving more then a few fighters behind them properly Throngled. Amidst a few missing limbs and rent open chests or backs. He turned to make sure their rear is clear, and lets out a grunt. Having turned in time to take an ancient looking billhook weapon to the chest rather then in his more vulnerable power pack. “Ah…well that could have been worse.” The fighter standing their transfixed that he actually hit. And Jamie feeling the edge of the hook stuck in the gap between chest plates.

The pair, fighter and giant stood for abit before Jamie let the Throngler fall and grabbed the billhook and tore it from the fighters hands, “Oh you are so dead!” He roared through the PA speaker on his armor. Before quickly redirecting power to his arms and turning up the power of the punch he unleashes to ludicrous amounts. If this were an anime the man surely would have folded over Jamie’s fist for a brief moment before the force of it sent him flying across the souk and into a pile of crates. Where he slumps to the ground, broken and probably dead. If not, then he won’t be functioning as a proper person for some time, “Ahhh that kinda hurt.” He growled to Boomer, as he picked his axe up again and turned to catch up with his teammate.
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[color=8dc73f]Chuck and Jamie had fallen into am easy battle  rhythm together while they pressed the front line of soldiers. Chuck parted the front line like he was parting the Red Sea and Jamie was taking out the stragglers to the side as the pair decimated the front lines. Still the soldiers in the back pressed forward. Soon there was more room around them as the men began to thin out once more. Chuck had paused to get his bearings. He had fallen into a zone as they fought their way through. He needed to regroup and get his bearings on the field and where they were. [/color]

[color=ec008c]Samantha’s voice came over the comms. “Roger Boomer. Head for the large white tent just outside the residence in the back of the compound. You will find me there.” 
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[color=8dc73f]Chuck replied with “Roger that.” He looked around and noticed they had been dragged slightly away from that side of the compound. He began to angle towards the tent. The men around them were finally breaking ranks. There was a path of broken and bloodied bodies behind them. He looked over Jamie as he heard him. “Are you okay Scion?” He noticed that he seemed to be moving okay. He chuckled a little as he offered “Need me to come help you kick his ass?” He knew he had already dealt with it but couldn’t help teasing the other man. “After this is over, I want to hear why you named your axe Throngler over a beer. I am happy to buy it. That story has to be worth a beer.”[/color] 

[color=7ea7d8]Jamie grinned, “Oh Chuck you are so kind. A true knight in armor.” The grin turned into a cackle “I think he’s covered.” He nodded as he too got the information on the meeting place, “Let’s keep moving. But first.” He quickly changed out the ammo hopper for his rocket launcher. Shrugging abit and pressing a hand to Boomer’s armored back, “Let me just…speed this up.” Bracing he spoke out loud so Chuck can hear, “Armor, full dispersion, full roll, fire!” And all sixteen rockets flare out at once, the 30 feet or so in front of them immediately blooming with explosions. Throwing the fighters in that area around like pieces of trash. At least one of them disappearing in a cloud of red mist.

Scion nods, “I don’t get to do that near as often as I would like too. Come on we should get to the rendezvous.” [/color]

[color=8dc73f]Chuck was surprised when Jamie grabbed onto his back. He had automatically come to a stop. He looked over his shoulder to find Jamie grinning like a loon. He was grateful for his visor as the missile all fired off so close to him. His AI darkened the visor to save his eyesight. He blinked still surprised. “Sheesh warn a guy would ya! Well you won this round fair and square. Let’s go find out more about what is happening to put a bee in Chaos’ bonnet.” His southern accent sounding strange and out of place with such a southern colloquialism here in the Souk. Chuck began to lead the way towards the tent. He looked back to check on Tiny. Jamie and Chuck had pulled most of the enemy to them. Tiny had enough to keep him busy but not overwhelm him. He should have thought to include Tiny in their contest. Next time. 

He increased his speed as they approached the tent. The enemy was dead or fleeing. No one tried to follow Chuck and Jamie. He approached cautiously. He didn’t want to startle his teammate and end up a victim of their guns and skills. “Chaos, Puma,  it is Boomer and Scion coming in.”  He looked over his shoulder to check on Jamie. He slid Lucille back into its sheath. 
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[color=7ea7d8]Jamie followed along, sliding his axe back into it’s scabbard on his back. And briefly drew the Vepyr off his back and sent a few buckshot rounds after some of the fighters still in sight, giving them all the more reason to keep running. “That’s right you bunch of pricks! Run! Run! Tell them death came! Tell them we came! And brought hell with us!”

He would never know if they did tell the others obviously. He came up beside Boomer, “Sorry about the rocket barrage there Chuck, I just felt we really ought to speed up abit. That cleared the way didn’t it?” He chuckled, “We’ll talk about that bottle of scotch later.” He waved ahead, “Chaos! Purna! Hey! You called?”[/color]

[color=8dc73f]Chuck couldn’t help the laughter as he heard Jamie calling out to fleeing soldiers. “That’s right you faced hell at the hands of Boomer and Scion and death by Lucille and the THRONGLER!” Chuck couldn't resist shouting and adding to the impact while subtly teasing his raid partner. Chuck grinned at Jamie. “Forgiven because it worked. Yes we will talk about Scotch and stories later. Now we have work to do.” He was still laughing and smiling as he pulled aside the tent flap and stepped inside as he ducked his head. His head sweeps to find Chaos and Puma. [/color]

[color=7ea7d8]Scion stepped up and slipped under the flap before it could fall all the way, “Yes, the operation isn’t done until we all get out alive.” He looked about and peered out the flap one last time before it fell, “There yes. What’s the plan?”
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