@Dedonus The last comment about bluntness was directed at Melody, Marius has escaped the commentary of Niya, for now.
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Just making an overdue post before passing out, so not bad.
Jerod gave the dark mage a strange look when she turned away from him to address the healer, he himself had no time to respond to the man as he gave thought to the rather odd dark mage, Marianne, before him. He was unsure of how far this whole newfound status as a 'F.R.I.E.N.D' of this dark mage would go, but it was certainly not something that most would probably be comfortable entertaining the prospect of, let alone actually being in the shoes of one such friend. And the healer was now stuck in the same mess, well, the walking one was. Niya, bless her stubborn soul, was standing off from this whole mess. Probably organizing where she intended to be with the Champion or his second, whichever she had cornered first. Probably the second, the lad seemed to get drug off rather quickly. Of course, the dark mage proceeded to offer a token of friendship to the two of them, in the form of quite the...interesting severed finger. Well, no sense making enemies, and he had seen far more gruesome trophies claimed before. "T'ank ye kindly lass, ah appreciate yer trop'y o' friends'ip, sure a' sure. As fer ye, 'ealer, ah am still intact, t'ank ye fer yer concern. Ye can call me Jerod, at yer service."
Niya calmly listened to what the knight had to say, noting he really had no idea where to stick her. He suspected keeping her in the rear guard until her talents were necessary, which was a wise if uninteresting place to be. She would have spoken right about then when the Wyvern Rider, Melody, that her detestable mercenary companion had been talking to strolled in and brute forced her way in without a concern for the conversation already going on, earning the disdain of the Troubadour. Just like Jerod, in that regard, he would have gladly butted in should he have something he just had to say, so she found herself not appreciating this Wyvern Rider, a rare resource indeed, as much now. But she kept concise and as cool, emotionally, as always. Though, as the group would no doubt see, whenever she referenced Jerod clear venom and distaste laced the mentioning of him. "I will ride where the injured are, then, a simple task. Niya of Regna Ferox, to make introductions. I can see how you and that mercenary Jerod got along so well, Rider. You are as blunt as he is with a similar knack for manners."
Niya calmly listened to what the knight had to say, noting he really had no idea where to stick her. He suspected keeping her in the rear guard until her talents were necessary, which was a wise if uninteresting place to be. She would have spoken right about then when the Wyvern Rider, Melody, that her detestable mercenary companion had been talking to strolled in and brute forced her way in without a concern for the conversation already going on, earning the disdain of the Troubadour. Just like Jerod, in that regard, he would have gladly butted in should he have something he just had to say, so she found herself not appreciating this Wyvern Rider, a rare resource indeed, as much now. But she kept concise and as cool, emotionally, as always. Though, as the group would no doubt see, whenever she referenced Jerod clear venom and distaste laced the mentioning of him. "I will ride where the injured are, then, a simple task. Niya of Regna Ferox, to make introductions. I can see how you and that mercenary Jerod got along so well, Rider. You are as blunt as he is with a similar knack for manners."
The pull of the vortex grew heavy on Stukov, a familiar pull on his gut that was not too unlike a breach in a voidship's hull, or the very same pull when repelling Daemons under transit. Problem was, he didn't have any anchors to hold him to the deck plates, or floor tiles in this case, and he jammed his heels into the group, bionic limb digging up tiles and relieving pressure on his natural leg as he slowly skidded forward. Snarling, there was little recourse in preventing the pull of the warp right now, and it would be a rather quick death if he couldn't avoid being pulled until that damned vortex got sealed or dissipated under its own volition. Since it didn't really look like Smiles was controlling it anymore, and thankfully for the sniper, Stukov had no time to continue berating him for his commentary. They survived this, he was going to have to have words with the assassin about this little thing called following orders. Not remarking back at the superior on said orders. His train of thought was disrupted as Smiles slammed into him from behind, sending them both hurtling right for the vortex. The armsman was biting back every curse he could think of at this particular moment in time, and it was either luck or divine intervention the null rod landed where it did.
That certainly did not stop the momentum Stukov, or Smiles it seemed, had as he hit the ground past just past the landing point of the null rod, his heel catching onto the device and dragging it as he skidded. It would not have been that bad if not for the fact Smiles helmet slammed into his gut as she landed, which not only completely knocked the wind out of him but probably cracked or outright broke some ribs. He had drug the null rod along, though the impact involuntarily forced Stukov to kick the thing clear of him as he fought to get his breath back, forcing himself up on his feet despite the pain in his ribs. Still breathing, shotgun was nowhere to be seen, he still had Foehammer and his knife, not all bad news then. For all he knew his shotgun had been smashed by the vortex, considering his loss of footing from the impact from Smiles losing her footing. He wasted no time hauling Smiles onto her feet, assuming she had not bounced back up already, coughing hard and managing out a side comment as he looked to make his way back to the Inquisitor, if at all possible now. The others could lose their shit and berate all they wanted, now was not the time for arguments between group members. They could resolve differences later. "Looks like you were right, Smiles. Guess humans are aerodynamic enough to be slung across distances like that after.. Another coughing fit, which wasn't good, and the Armsman noted his rebreather had been lost as well, and there was blood on the hand he covered his mouth with as he started coughing. Not a good sign, but he would burn that bridge later.
That certainly did not stop the momentum Stukov, or Smiles it seemed, had as he hit the ground past just past the landing point of the null rod, his heel catching onto the device and dragging it as he skidded. It would not have been that bad if not for the fact Smiles helmet slammed into his gut as she landed, which not only completely knocked the wind out of him but probably cracked or outright broke some ribs. He had drug the null rod along, though the impact involuntarily forced Stukov to kick the thing clear of him as he fought to get his breath back, forcing himself up on his feet despite the pain in his ribs. Still breathing, shotgun was nowhere to be seen, he still had Foehammer and his knife, not all bad news then. For all he knew his shotgun had been smashed by the vortex, considering his loss of footing from the impact from Smiles losing her footing. He wasted no time hauling Smiles onto her feet, assuming she had not bounced back up already, coughing hard and managing out a side comment as he looked to make his way back to the Inquisitor, if at all possible now. The others could lose their shit and berate all they wanted, now was not the time for arguments between group members. They could resolve differences later. "Looks like you were right, Smiles. Guess humans are aerodynamic enough to be slung across distances like that after.. Another coughing fit, which wasn't good, and the Armsman noted his rebreather had been lost as well, and there was blood on the hand he covered his mouth with as he started coughing. Not a good sign, but he would burn that bridge later.
Once I get some sleep I'll post. Stukov shall never catch a break when it comes to the warp!
@Lone Wanderer Fair enough, we'll see how things get handled after a few hours sleep (Been over 24 since last I slept, so kind of need a few hours shut eye).
Well, no matter how the vote turns out, I fully intend on having Stukov run out of ammo right soon. He was packing for an undercover job, not an open firefight on enemies that take half a cylinder of buckshot/slug to bring down. Gotta love that bulky, bulky shotty ammo! And his sidearm uses the same ammo. Good on paper, practice, eehhhh.
Can I just say I called it when the good rolls were going to stop when they got important?
I shall vote once I am back on my laptop, mayhaps post too.
Stukov barked back over the vox as the sniper chewed the Psyker out, rather unfairly in this case. Soon as the Sister opened fire, and the statues lost their cool, odds were they had all been rumbled anyways. He rebutted as the fighting continued and he paused to reload, ducking his head as he did so to allow fire over him without having to worry about getting his head shot off from behind, or from the Sister in front of them continuing to fire. "Snipes, if the bolter fire, screaming, and statues losing all sense of coy manipulation didn't tip off the rest of the blasted area than I highly doubt that the shockwave is seriously going to create many more problems at this point. Let's get out of this damned place in one piece, assign blame later." He saved the few remaining blessed slugs and buckshot he had left, considering these statues were, as Boss said, more grounded in the physical than immaterial. So it wouldn't matter nearly as much that there was active, holy disruption ripping through since once the crystal was gone, they were done. That, and he just did not have that much specialty ammo compared to contemporary.
The blinding fire from the pistol, Stukov noted, should have been, well, blinding. But the eye protection he was wearing seemed to flare into near darkness and return after the flash was gone, preventing him from being blinded. Stukov had been unaware of that little feature in the shades, so all the better as he couldn't decide whether Watchman punching a statue through the chest was sheer adrenaline on his part or something else. Either way, question later, fight now. It took the Armsman about three rounds, buckshot or slug, to punch through and destroy the crystal on one of these statues, demonstrated on the next one that charged him as he brought the weapon up again as the revolving cylinder snapped into place. First shot kicked into his shoulder and propelled the buck into its chest, second and third also both on target. The third punched through the failing stone and broke the crystal apart quite enough to disrupt its control, sending it to the ground and shattering into pieces. Which barely gave Stukov time to get a snap shot off to knee cap another assailing statue immediately behind it.
"Shit..." The next two rounds would not be good enough to put down the statue, but he had a plan to make up for that. He pumped the last two loads of buckshot into the damned statue's chest before throwing the shotgun back on its sling, drawing Foehammer and putting a slug clean through its chest. THAT put it down, and he lashed out with his bionic lower leg to trip up the next statue, reloading Foehammer with another slug and firing it into the back before bringing his bionic foot down through its chest cavity, smashing stone and crystal in one, very final thud. Re-holstering Foehammer, he saw the well of warp energy forming and unslung his shotgun, reloading as he kept by the Inquisitor, as Watchman had sounded off in orders, dropping to a kneeling stance again and opening fire, burning through ammo at a healthy rate. Might need to start looting for more weapons, at this rate, since it was clear this place was defended. Might be a conventional armory, or even a working piece amongst the weapons displayed. Ammo would still be a problem, but he would burn that bridge when he got there. "Watch your spacing! Got another warp trick building!"
The blinding fire from the pistol, Stukov noted, should have been, well, blinding. But the eye protection he was wearing seemed to flare into near darkness and return after the flash was gone, preventing him from being blinded. Stukov had been unaware of that little feature in the shades, so all the better as he couldn't decide whether Watchman punching a statue through the chest was sheer adrenaline on his part or something else. Either way, question later, fight now. It took the Armsman about three rounds, buckshot or slug, to punch through and destroy the crystal on one of these statues, demonstrated on the next one that charged him as he brought the weapon up again as the revolving cylinder snapped into place. First shot kicked into his shoulder and propelled the buck into its chest, second and third also both on target. The third punched through the failing stone and broke the crystal apart quite enough to disrupt its control, sending it to the ground and shattering into pieces. Which barely gave Stukov time to get a snap shot off to knee cap another assailing statue immediately behind it.
"Shit..." The next two rounds would not be good enough to put down the statue, but he had a plan to make up for that. He pumped the last two loads of buckshot into the damned statue's chest before throwing the shotgun back on its sling, drawing Foehammer and putting a slug clean through its chest. THAT put it down, and he lashed out with his bionic lower leg to trip up the next statue, reloading Foehammer with another slug and firing it into the back before bringing his bionic foot down through its chest cavity, smashing stone and crystal in one, very final thud. Re-holstering Foehammer, he saw the well of warp energy forming and unslung his shotgun, reloading as he kept by the Inquisitor, as Watchman had sounded off in orders, dropping to a kneeling stance again and opening fire, burning through ammo at a healthy rate. Might need to start looting for more weapons, at this rate, since it was clear this place was defended. Might be a conventional armory, or even a working piece amongst the weapons displayed. Ammo would still be a problem, but he would burn that bridge when he got there. "Watch your spacing! Got another warp trick building!"
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