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| Author: | psikeout [ Tue Jun 26, 2012 11:27 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
It took a long time, but Casey finally regained his bearings—just as one of the attackers was stepping around him, too. It was a sloppy thing, lunging straight to his feet with a massive, stumbling, growling uppercut. The cleaver-wielding thug wasn't caught off guard by it at all, and deftly moved aside in a leaning dodge. He swung his weapon to counter, but its fine, sharp blade ate nothing but the steel of Casey's broken gunarm as the hog blocked, then bludgeoned with the weapon, backhand-swiped with it, then hammered another fist forward. That was one down (and still skidding somewhere halfway across the room). Casey staggered into a low stance and wobbled unstably. It seemed he was trying to piece double-vision together into one coherent target to start punching at, but as of yet, he couldn't quite figure out what was going on. |
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| Author: | Rachel [ Tue Jun 26, 2012 12:54 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
By the time Ace got around to tossing the wrench at Tracer she was more then prepared for his attack. She slid to the side, pressing herself against a wall as the wench passed by and landed somewhere at the end of the hall with the amount of noise and flash one comes to expect from Ace's attacks. Archers counter was a bit confusing; That was not a choice arrow for such close range. But really she couldn't dwell on what the deer was thinking. Tracer moved quickly, the boosters firing on her back as she dropped low, using the oil to what advantage she could make of it and the narrow hall by doing a sliding kick for the cats legs. If she was successful in taking them out from under the feline she'd grab the length of chain connecting his feet, and give it a hard yank with the intention of lifting his body up and letting his head knock against the ground as she returned to her feet. Regardless of if she managed to get the chain she would keep moving down the hall away from the dark spill. The reason for thus was that her booster, while moving her quickly towards the cat and utilizing the slick substance, also set it on fire. She obviously was going to catch on fire either way, as she had a good coating of the substance on her body due to the slide. The llama also seemed rather calm about being on fire, probably because she knew the oily sludge didn't burn long or particularly hot. Tracers intention was to minimize the amount the captive was on fire. Since she was mostly sure she still needed him alive. |
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| Author: | Greens [ Tue Jun 26, 2012 3:09 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
Tracer's chain-grabbing ploy was ultimately too elaborate to act on in the heat of action, given that by the time she was sliding towards him, he was already airborne for a proper serval-pouncing tackle, made ineffectual and inelegant by the oil slick. In the end, they both achieved largely similar results; Ace sailed harmlessly over Tracer, and Tracer slid inoffensively under Ace. The only difference was that when Ace landed in a small puddle of fire, his only protection was a pair of patched-up trousers and his own two hands. He roared in the sudden wave of pain and heat, doing his best to hurl himself out of a charbroiled fate before it spread too far to be helped. Actually, up until now, 'immolation' was probably the only unfortunate fate he'd been spared thus far. It may have given him a strange sense of completion if he wasn't so busy being on fire. He rolled and writhed and slapped out the flames as best he could in a pair of handcuffs for several seconds, several feet from the puddle. Hopefully, they were at least courteous (or cautious) enough to wait until he was done trashing about before seeing whether or not they should continue their assault. |
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| Author: | Rachel [ Tue Jun 26, 2012 3:51 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
Tracer patted out some flames that had worked their way up her arm and looked at the deer skeptically a moment. "An oil slick?" She questioned while letting their prisoner burn. |
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| Author: | Seafarinhare [ Tue Jun 26, 2012 4:05 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
Archer witnessed as the arrow misfire inevitably led to some slipping and sliding, and soon after the puddle turned to fire thanks to Tracer's improvisation. At the end of it, she was patting out flames on her armor while Ace was stopping, dropping and rolling in an effort to keep himself from burning. He could only hope that being on fire would exhaust the alleycat enough that they wouldn't need to do anything else to subdue him. He looked at Tracer, erasing the dumbfounded look on his face, putting on a more confident look as he cleared his throat, "Yeah... why not?" |
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| Author: | Sheff [ Tue Jun 26, 2012 5:16 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
If the jackal's intention was to let loose a flurry of punches in order to dispatch the hedgehog, he would only find out that Geoff was the one charging forward without delay first. The rock-bound fists continued to drive forward when the canine staggered back, their wielder closing the distance immediately as he struck relentlessly, almost like a boxer pinning his opponent in the corner. In no time and all, and with maybe one or two inaccurate punches being thrown from the opposing party, Geoff struck gold with one last swing amplified with the noise of crunching crystal, spittle flying as the thug's head snapped to the side. With that problem finally dispatched, Geoff's aggressive momentum only carried him to the other scene of conflict. Although Latika seemed to be holding her ground well, the five intending to get the drop on her were, for the moment, distracted by the loris. Ample amount of time for the crystal-bearer in the vicinity to come striking down on the nearest skull with a club of rock. Providing said club didn't break on the first direct hit, Geoff would continue his primitive assault on anyone who drew too close with his self-made weapon, regenerating it if need be. |
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| Author: | Nuzlocke Griff [ Wed Jun 27, 2012 12:48 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
Hit forcefully in the gut by the simian, the rebound from the strike was cut short by a flurry of whacks from the thugs rod. With a good number of blows done to him, Desmond hit the floor hard. Flat on his back the ferret preceded to a quick roll backwards to regain footing and to avoid a possible finishing blow from the bo staff wielding orangutan. A bit dazed, Desmond looked on at his opponent with a little of his sight set around him so that he wouldn't bump into anyone. While attempting to dodge the guaranteed onslaught his opponent would bring, he pulled out his last syringe of tranquilizer ammo while at the same time, unfastened the EMP grenade on his sash and set the charge. Obviously this guy was skilled with what he was using and would take a bit to put down. He knew that running in would probably get him knocked back again, but with no other option in mind, he charged forward with syringe needle aiming right for the thug and a possible counter in store in case sticking him in the arm or something wasn't going to be as easy as he wanted it. "What happened to trashin' robots?" he muttered as he began his assault. |
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| Author: | Mie [ Wed Jun 27, 2012 1:18 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
The lack of hesitation on the part of her aggressors cut short what would have been a cessation of hostilities on Latika's part. Instead, as the mini-mob rushed at her, she... took a single, leisurely paced step forward. Her hammer swooped behind her on an outstretched arm before suddenly firing forward in a quick, but noncommittal attack that instantaneously rebounded with a vengeance, hurtling backwards (disconcerting inches from the porter's knight in shiny armor), and slamming smack into the temple of an unsuspecting knife-wielder, who, with a heaping helping of insult atop his injury, was promptly bludgeoned with a crystalline nightstick a half-beat before dropping to the floor. The assault continued without pause; she juked her neck into the path of her rope, which, to be quite frank, looked like some kind of horrifying mistake, as the weighty weapon coiled underneath her chin at breakneck (literally?) speeds. Yet with that same minute jig of her head, the loris slipped out of her self-created noose, and using the added leverage of the risky maneuver, shot the hammer with alarming accuracy straight at the lower kneecap and upper shin of a once incoming foe. She spun, and stepped with no apparent haste, alternately wrapping the rope around her, and unfurling it unpredictably, and with incredible speed, swinging the miniature wrecking ball in all manner of unseemly directions, kicking it forward and backward, turning, and launching at unlikely targets, all with impeccable balance and control. The prim lizard's entourage soon laid groaning on the ground, and those were the ones in the best shape; the others were soundless and completely immobile. |
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| Author: | NPC [ Wed Jun 27, 2012 3:12 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
Blindsiding the combatant seemed to work pretty well for Geoff. Granted, guys covered in crunchy, clunky stone armor weren't notorious for their stealth ambush abilities, but given the chaotic circumstances, he could have likely been wearing a suit made of sparklers and roman candles and still gotten away with it. It worked, and that was all that mattered. On the other side of the coin, though, Desmond was facing a martial artist with a wooden pole longer than he was tall, and was trying to stab him with a several inch long tranquilizer dart, while keeping his other would-be-useful hand busy and filled with an EMP grenade while there was nothing electronic even remotely in sight. This would not likely work, and would have spelled disaster for the ferret in every possible way if Latika hadn't just nailed his target in the kidney with a whirling metal weight on the end of a rope. Desmond's stunned foe fell forward, eyes bugging out, and pretty much straight-out landed on the dart's needle. He soon flopped to the floor, dazed. For once, it seemed luck was finally on Desmond's side. (That, and a mountain girl who knew shaolin kung fu.) All that remained was the lizard with the three-sectional staff. He wasn't making any moves yet. His broad grin's sudden soberness betrayed him, and began to look a lot more forced than genuinely gleeful. |
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| Author: | Nuzlocke Griff [ Wed Jun 27, 2012 2:47 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
Running full speed at a trained martial artist with a bo staff indeed wasn't the brightest idea out of all of his (considering he had nothing with the same range to fight back with). Taking up his distraction method of a grenade flying in the air (taking the initiative that he could waste a probably useless grenade anyway) seemed pretty much necessary as he closed in, or maybe it was fear of being whacked again, until a sudden object traveling at a high velocity nailed the monkey somewhere on the stomach, sending him falling in a dazed state towards the ferret. Bug eyed and partially immobile, the thug then would receive a stab to the chest, an unnecessary but vengeful move on the ferrets part. Desmond then followed through with a quick click of the EMP grenade before it would detonate in his hand. Settling himself, the ferret retrieved his gun that had been knocked away before, and after looking at the bodies of the thugs littering the floor plus the last guy standing, he dismissed the situation as settled and traveled farther down the tunnel to see where that serval might have been held. |
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| Author: | Sheff [ Wed Jun 27, 2012 5:28 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
There really wasn't much else Geoff could do with the fight, not with him nearly gawking at Latika's movement. Her dance of rope and metal was impressive, to say the least, and soon the hedgehog was just watching the thugs drop to the floor as each became another beat in the continuing rhythm of pain the girl was creating. Where she had unearthed such a skill was lost to the hedgehog, and it would be a question for another time. "...now that makes me feel useless," he proclaimed as the last thug fell. If there had been a compliment about to be released, it was quickly swept aside upon seeing the last conscious survivor of the opposing group. Eying the lizard suspiciously for his lack of approach, Geoff began his own. Slowly he went, however, his crystalline weapon still hanging loosely from his hand. He himself was still only partially covered in the green rock, particularly on his forearms and chest out of requirement from the other physical confrontations. He was still opting for more maneuverability, apparently. "Let's just cut to the chase," said Geoff. "And get to the point whether or not you tell us where our friend is." His pace continued on gradually, but one that gave the impression he was only giving the leader enough time to formulate an answer. The almost light-hearted look he'd been holding when addressing Latika had vanished, replaced once again with the blunt aggression and a glance that was challenging already what the lizard would say. |
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| Author: | Greens [ Wed Jun 27, 2012 6:21 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
Soon enough, the alleycat lay there in a haphazard crouch. The flames had been put out, but left there mark-- between the smell of burnt fur, the series of pained gasps, and, yes, the actual covering his body, Ace struggled to keep his head over his feet. How pitifully frustratingly cut short this little meeting had already been. The most spirit he seemed able to put out went straight into the fist he held himself upright with. Leaking through his clenched fingers were his gas-like tendrils of chaos energy, smoldering a dark maroon by now. The whole place was a mess. One corner held a mess of gore, the other a corpse with its brain freshly fried from the inside out. Somewhere to the side, one of the thugs was choking on his own larynx, and in the center of it all was Tracer and her cloaked friend, looking down on Ace's miserable form across a pool of grease fire. Where... was he? Where did he go so wrong? Would this be the one hole he finally wouldn't crawl out of? He strained his tired body, forcing every ounce of strength he could into his good leg to raise himself upright. "...Yyrrhhhh..." He got about a whole foot higher, and promptly collapsed to his side when something in his leg didn't agree with him. The genius of the hole: No matter how hard you climb, or how close you get to the exit, you can still drop like a rock in an instant. "...Hhhhhff." "Nnnhnnn." "...AAAAAAUURRHHH! UUUURRRRRHHH!... Hhrrrrhhh...!" |
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| Author: | NPC [ Thu Jun 28, 2012 12:07 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
If Desmond had chosen which corridor to venture into by order of greatest ruckus, then some fifty or so paces and later he would turn a corner and stumble upon the scene of a smoldering Ace and his two captors (or, in this case, tormentors), Tracer and Archer. Meanwhile, back in the atrium, the lizard shook his head unflinchingly at Geoff's approach. "You'll need to be more specific," he said smugly. "We keep many guests." |
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| Author: | Seafarinhare [ Thu Jun 28, 2012 7:28 am ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
As Ace began to flop about and make noise on the ground, Archer took that to mean he was sufficiently subdued. Mission accomplished? Oh wait. At that moment, Archer remembered a crucial part of this whole situation. They were being invaded. He glanced uneasily down the tunnel. "Grab him. We're leaving." He said to his partner in crime with a motion to Ace. Unfortunately, they would have to go back the way they came. That is to say, where the guys that wanted Ace back were. Archer headed in that direction, drawing an arrow as he jogged. Without really taking the time to aim, he fired an arrow that sailed down the corridor... right passed the approaching ferret. The arrowhead was just a blunt canister so when it hit the outter wall of the curved corridor, it banked before landing fairly close to the entryway leading to the atrium. Soon after, it would begin to release the canister's contents: Smoke. It built up and plumed, providing some cover for them to reach the atrium once again. That just left Desmond between them and the aforementioned cover. As he closed the gap between himself and the ferret, he pulled a pair of bolas out of one of his belt pouches, swinging them over his head a couple times before chucking them at Desmond's legs. The two weighted balls attached by wire would hopefully wrap around his legs, effectively ensnaring him so they could make their escape. |
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| Author: | Rachel [ Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:39 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Re: Pale blinds drawn (Ch. 5: Day 4) |
Tracer gave him a half lidded stare at the Buck response to her question. Clearly he was lying, but it didn't invoke any rage form the Llama given it wasn't something that happened often to the archer and it seemed to take the last of the fight out of the cat. Tracer walked around the spill where the fire had already started to die. She approached the cat and without a word grabbed the chains holding his arms, and yanked him up by them. She tossed the cat into a fireman carry over one shoulder. Ace should consider himself lucky she decided against just dragging him. At any rate she turned and once more crossed the fire she started and followed Archer. She moved at an easy jog, with no signs of any added effort with the felines weight. She slowed when noticing the ferret and for the moment allowed Archer to take care of him. If the deer's attack was successful she would waste no time barreling though hall and into the obscuring smoke Archer laid down. |
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