So a half-orc paladin and a half dragon sorceress walk into a bar...
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Brick[LINK]
Energy: 5/10
30 / 7(20) / 3(6)
Energy: 5/10
30 / 7(20) / 3(6)
Brick thought they had the upper hand as the one was down and the walrus was unarmed. Unfortunately, it seemed she had a trick up her sleeve to call back her instruments to her once she was back to normal. And now we add the groupies.
"Back-up dancers, Really? I thought hells bitches were better than pop and rap tricks! Void, Put a bubble on OUR rockstar! Sigma, incendiary rounds the crowd. Flare, fireball the crowd. Psy, I want a barrier on her trapping her inside! Bublebee, Zap her. Heretic, Vex and Deimon, KICK HER ASS! "
Not having time for this, he waited until rocksmith was airborn before emptying the clip into the group before he lands to rock their world. No more casualties on his side. He hoped his plan was a good one.
<+1 ENERGY| Armored, +5 Defense| Armored, +5 Defense| Armored, +3 defense| Armed, Attack=6>
<Action: Full auto cheerleaders 1-6>
Sinder nods and sets a gold coin upon the table.
Tab and advance on the damages...Well, Lets go kill 'em.
Standing to his full height of three feet, he picks up the sword twice his size in one hand and starts to walk out, staggering a bit from ten shots of whiskey in the mug. It would clear up soon enough once the fight started, if this was even going to be a fight. Halfway out the tavern the Small man broke out into a hard run like a drunk goat as he dropped the sword off his shoulder with enough force to cut a pig in half right outside the doorway into the wall of the tavern. They saw three, that didnt mean there wasent one with his back against the wall for a surprise attack.
If there was a fourth, then he would only be half the man he used to be if he was wearing anything less than chainmail armor. If he was just swinging at the air, then the drunken swing would still rattle the wall as an act of drunken intimidation. Either way he was going to push the aggressive.
Three on two and you're drunk, nice watching you get killed. Think they'll skin you for demon parts? Think they know a cock merchant for all your organs?
Tab and advance on the damages...Well, Lets go kill 'em.
Standing to his full height of three feet, he picks up the sword twice his size in one hand and starts to walk out, staggering a bit from ten shots of whiskey in the mug. It would clear up soon enough once the fight started, if this was even going to be a fight. Halfway out the tavern the Small man broke out into a hard run like a drunk goat as he dropped the sword off his shoulder with enough force to cut a pig in half right outside the doorway into the wall of the tavern. They saw three, that didnt mean there wasent one with his back against the wall for a surprise attack.
If there was a fourth, then he would only be half the man he used to be if he was wearing anything less than chainmail armor. If he was just swinging at the air, then the drunken swing would still rattle the wall as an act of drunken intimidation. Either way he was going to push the aggressive.
Three on two and you're drunk, nice watching you get killed. Think they'll skin you for demon parts? Think they know a cock merchant for all your organs?
Tomahawk was not here to kill humans, he was here to save mutants. The sniper rifle would be fun, but he needed to conserve the ammo for the generator. That was what the shotgun was for. He slipped the straps from his side arm to the rifle to keep it in place as he took off from the most recent carnage.
Still covered in blood, he made his way to the hole in the wall made by the cannon fire And spotted two guards using the covered exposure to open fire. Squatting down, he snapped up into a leap beyond a human scope and fired off a round right into the helmet of the one of the left. Their armor would protet them, but all he needed was just for the knockout rather than a headshot. Not to waste the momentum of the surprise, he grabbed the wall lip with his left hand and swung with the right to take the gripped gun and bring it in sideways on the kneecap with a wet snap of satisfaction as the guard went down enough for him to hook the body with the barrel to pull the human out of the hole to fall to the ground.
Securing himself in where the guards had positioned themselves, he took a moment to pop off the guards shattered helmet and remove his ear piece to gain tactical information on the enemy, it was risky having a device in each ear, so he had a choice to make. Wait, no he didnt, he cant make a better use of this, but there is someone who can.
"Forge, can you rig something from Enemy headsets like a high volume screech or something to stun them? I have one to bring you as a sample if needed."
From up on the catwalks where the hole in the wall was made. Tomahawk continued to work his way further into the prison to the Primary generator, from here he would have to cut even deeper into the center for the backup generator.But for now he took a nook in the rafters above the catwalk and sighted up his shot.
Still covered in blood, he made his way to the hole in the wall made by the cannon fire And spotted two guards using the covered exposure to open fire. Squatting down, he snapped up into a leap beyond a human scope and fired off a round right into the helmet of the one of the left. Their armor would protet them, but all he needed was just for the knockout rather than a headshot. Not to waste the momentum of the surprise, he grabbed the wall lip with his left hand and swung with the right to take the gripped gun and bring it in sideways on the kneecap with a wet snap of satisfaction as the guard went down enough for him to hook the body with the barrel to pull the human out of the hole to fall to the ground.
Securing himself in where the guards had positioned themselves, he took a moment to pop off the guards shattered helmet and remove his ear piece to gain tactical information on the enemy, it was risky having a device in each ear, so he had a choice to make. Wait, no he didnt, he cant make a better use of this, but there is someone who can.
"Forge, can you rig something from Enemy headsets like a high volume screech or something to stun them? I have one to bring you as a sample if needed."
From up on the catwalks where the hole in the wall was made. Tomahawk continued to work his way further into the prison to the Primary generator, from here he would have to cut even deeper into the center for the backup generator.But for now he took a nook in the rafters above the catwalk and sighted up his shot.
Nitpick: wouldn't summoning her sticks back to her from an active disarm be a second power, similar to an equipment trait?
Kaleolani was on top of the communication tower plucking away at his ukulele. He promised both his moms that he would not forget where he came from on the mainland, an hour a day for hula and an hour for ukulele. He never did them back to back so as to spread the influence out over the day.
Up here on the top of the ship, he could just look out over the edge and see the world. The whole of it all made him seem so small, what could he do to help it all? 'Little people need little things, big people need big things, but anything to help anyone is important.' It was an odd wisdom his momma told him to get him to always help strangers and neighbors.
"I see trees of green, red roses too-"
"MANA! GET DOWN HERE!"
He could tell they weren't yelling out of anger, just to be heard. Looking over the other edge of the tower stood one of the 'skittles' with a folder for him. Her name was Johannah Jameson and she at times seemed to straddle the line between friend and 'handler'. He rolled off the roof and dropped at least thirty feet to the titanium deck plate with a *THUD*.
"What was that for? You could have just floated down"
"Just taking the express elevator, ma'am."
"Don't "ma'am" me, I don't outrank you. You don't even have a rank for me to outrank you with. Now come on, you got a meeting. And put your damn shirt on!"
"Yes ma'am."
The Hawaiian pulled his black t-shirt from a back pocket to put on and came into the briefing room barefoot with his sandals tucked into the back pocket. Nodding to everyone present. Surely this slacker took the hang loose too seriously as he looked around for a bite to eat or something to drink. The ukulele was still in his hand as he took an open spot near Captain Potts.
" 'Loha."
His blue eyes kept nagging himself to look over at the guy in all the leather. There was something... fearful about that guy and He used lava for poi balls one time. This man evoked a sense of... vulnerability In Mana and it bothered him deeply.
Up here on the top of the ship, he could just look out over the edge and see the world. The whole of it all made him seem so small, what could he do to help it all? 'Little people need little things, big people need big things, but anything to help anyone is important.' It was an odd wisdom his momma told him to get him to always help strangers and neighbors.
"I see trees of green, red roses too-"
"MANA! GET DOWN HERE!"
He could tell they weren't yelling out of anger, just to be heard. Looking over the other edge of the tower stood one of the 'skittles' with a folder for him. Her name was Johannah Jameson and she at times seemed to straddle the line between friend and 'handler'. He rolled off the roof and dropped at least thirty feet to the titanium deck plate with a *THUD*.
"What was that for? You could have just floated down"
"Just taking the express elevator, ma'am."
"Don't "ma'am" me, I don't outrank you. You don't even have a rank for me to outrank you with. Now come on, you got a meeting. And put your damn shirt on!"
"Yes ma'am."
The Hawaiian pulled his black t-shirt from a back pocket to put on and came into the briefing room barefoot with his sandals tucked into the back pocket. Nodding to everyone present. Surely this slacker took the hang loose too seriously as he looked around for a bite to eat or something to drink. The ukulele was still in his hand as he took an open spot near Captain Potts.
" 'Loha."
His blue eyes kept nagging himself to look over at the guy in all the leather. There was something... fearful about that guy and He used lava for poi balls one time. This man evoked a sense of... vulnerability In Mana and it bothered him deeply.
@DrewVonAwesomeI was expecting Gwen's spider strength to be shaking Peter around like silly putty.
Brick[LINK]
Energy: 7/10
30 / 7(20) / 3(6)
Energy: 7/10
30 / 7(20) / 3(6)
Well that qualified as something between an 'oops!' and a FUBAR! Again he made a good plan to drop three grenades on the girls before closing in, instead the blast throws everyone off, including Flare who seems to loose his concentration on his fire and damages everyone else because of him. Not again.
""Keep it up! Concentrate fire on the guitar!
Touching the side of the building, he draws upon the earth once more. Now adding a layer of rock in the shape of football pads as a nod to his friday night lights of high-school linebacker, he rushed the stage and put himself between harm and the others. Brick focused his will to try to extend his protection to everyone else as the dust in the air seemed to thicken and slow.
<+1 ENERGY| Armored, +5 Defense| Armored, +5 Defense| Armored, +3 defense| Armed, Attack=6>
<Action: Stoneskin -3 energy, Armored.>
"On my god, they killed Alexei!"
"You bastards!"
"You bastards!"
Duly warned. Side note,Saw this for the first timeand sought to share it:
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