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Post by Poison Shot on Mar 28, 2012 0:49:48 GMT -5
*I toss some things to arson*
Take those to the van and be careful!
*I pack up the last of my things, just stuffing them in at this point. Sarah and I each divide the load and run to the van with arson*
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Post by redhavoc on Mar 28, 2012 2:16:45 GMT -5
*The van is more crowded than ever and I scoot as far as I can to one side, PB and a bag of cans obscuring much of my view. I check my gun as we pull out. Fully charged, good. The weapon feels natural in my hand and, after a week of retraining with Max, I am more ready than ever to fight (even if my body is still healing)*
*Gear pulls out into the main thoroughfare and I can see through the cans that no drac cars are following us. In fact, none of the dracs are running back to their vans... I frown. Standard drac procedure is to blow the tires on the enemy veh-*
BAM! *Arson yells something about a sniper as Gear is forced off the road by the blow tire. We all tumble together as the van crashes. Fortunately, we were not moving that fast. I automatically open the door to my left and roll, firing. Two go down before I manage to get behind the remains of a public trash can. I pant behind the can, body protesting to the sudden movements. I hope they all know that snipers use real bullets*
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Post by Electric Fail on Mar 28, 2012 15:35:51 GMT -5
I emerge from the van and run behind it. Damn, they have snipers! I try to locate the dracs. My eyes are blinded by the sun. I slip rapidely my goggles on and keep my gun ready as I look. I'm strangely calm.There's a little moment of silence, then the ray guns fire again. I plunge my hand into my bag and pull out my last handgrenade of the five Matt had given to me. The dracs are hidden behind their cars. They are twenty meters away. I rip the security off, take a breath and untrigger the handgrenade, throwing it, aiming for the cars. *
ON THE GROUND!
*I throw myself on the dirt and protect my face and ears with my hands and thumbs. The thing explodes, I don't even know if it touched the dracs car, but what is sure, that's a big explosion for a handgrenade, judging of the sound and breath.*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Mar 28, 2012 16:26:43 GMT -5
*I pull Jump back into the van as the are around the drac vehicles explodes and a wave of heat hits us. I shove my extra gun into his hand and then start shooting through the open door. Electric Fail gets up from behind our van and Red is shooting from a little ways off. Danm, that girl is fast. I yell at Jump to open the back doors for cover. Glass shatters as the van windows give out*.
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Post by Electric Revenge on Mar 28, 2012 17:16:49 GMT -5
*I'm barely able to grab the hilt of one of my katanas before I hear Fail's shout to get down. I barely have a chance to start my bike before the van's tire was shot out, so I'm still close to the house. I use said house as cover as I feel the heat of the explosion around the corner of the patio first, followed by fiery remnants of what once was a Draculoid van. But before I have a chance to breathe, a Drac turns the corner from behind the house, catching me in its sights. I aim to kill, since neither my mask nor my helmet are covering my identity. Two shots incapacitate the Drac before I approach it in a run and slam my blade into its chest. I feel its dead weight before I'm able to remove my sword, but it's a good indication that it's dead. To make sure, I shoot it in the head.*
*Its barely a moment before more Dracs move into attack position. And to make matters worse, there's a sniper as well, shooting down at us from one of the rooftops. Something tells me as I quickly grab my yellow mask out of my bag that this isn't a typical patrol. They're too organized.*
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Post by Poison Shot on Mar 28, 2012 17:56:50 GMT -5
*everything is unfolding rapidly around us. we're starting to be surrounded when I realize this isn't going to end well for any of us if it doesnt end soon*
SARAH! *I toss sarah her shock gloves from out of the trunk of my car, and at the same time pull out Cerberus, my signature gunblade*
Hello Sweetie.
*Another group of drac comes round the house towards us. 6 maybe 7 of them. One tries to sneak behind me but I quickly notice him, twisting the long blade of my gun backwards into his stomach, back out and immediately fire a double shot at the drac infront of me.
Sarah gets caught in a rather large drac's arms, bear hugging her to make her an easy target. She kicks her leg high and into the dracs face then immediately drops down and knocks his ankles out from underneath him. I quickly jump over to her and drive the blade straight down into the dracs Chest*
You don't mess with the Carbons!
*As I speak, the remaining 4 dracs are closing in on us*
Roundabout?
*I smile and put on my goggles* Roundabout.
*Using the blade of my gun I strike at the ground and drop a small smoke bomb, sending dust and smoke everywhere in the circle. Sarah bends down and I swing myself and my blade around, slashing at all four dracs at once. One falls down instantly, getting the worst of it being the closest. Sarah unbends and grabs a drac by the neck, paralyzing him with the electric current from the gloves, He bends him down and I flip over him and drive my sword into him to use him as a shield from the dracs shots, one grazes my shoulder but most hit the drac shield. Aiming from down below, I pull the trigger, shooting through the drac and into the other one in my way*
*One drac remains and as the smoke clears he is obviously confused and pulls out his gun. Trembling.*
*I Look to Noah and nod as he looks back to me. We both pull out our gun take a few steps towards the drac, our backs facing each other, and pull the trigger into his head.*
Not bad. haha.
You're forms a little shabby though. You almost botched that flip.
HEY I did no such th-
*The sniper misses a shot only about a meter away from me and sarah, and gets us back to reality as we take cover behind the van*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 28, 2012 18:45:20 GMT -5
*The grenade nearly catches me, but by ducking down behind a metal letterdrop I manage to avoid all but a few fragments of debris. The soot stains my new jacket, but I’m not inured – and the ringing in my ears will fade sooner or later. The driver of the car that was hit is dead; it was a woman, her blond hair visible now that half her mask’s torn away. One of the men pauses to confirm the death, and I shoot twice, taking him down easily. This time I don’t go unnoticed, however, and one of the other draculoids shouts something and points my way. He ducks my next shot, and now I have to concentrate on avoiding his fire, and another woman’s as well.*
*I start backing down the alley, intending to circle around and meet up with the killjoys, but one glance down the road shows me that they have a flat tire. I stop retreating. If we can't escape, it means we have to take down the entire patrol - something I would rather have avoided, even given the fact that with the casualties, the killjoys have an advantage of numbers. I finally manage to take down the man and switch to focus on the woman, but suddenly there's a scuffing noise behind me and a second female draculoid appears. Not even bothering to draw her gun, she closes the distance quickly and I have to holster my own gun in order to effectively block her strikes. She's obviously been trained well, and I'm reminded of practice with Red - this draculoid doesn't match Red's skill, but her ferocity makes up for it. I wouldn't be surprised if she's hoping to be promoted to Exterminator someday.*
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Post by Electric Fail on Mar 29, 2012 0:09:53 GMT -5
*The grenade apparently hit their car. The only way for them to escape is maybe the few motorbikes or my car lower in the street. I check if the fucking gun isn't broken and take out my blade from my bag. Maybe if I manage to lasershoot a drac, I mean touch him, which isn't easy for me, maybe I could apriach him and get into a knife and body combat, the only thing I can correctly do. I don't have the time to think anymore : a drac of the ten that are left pops up in front of me. I scream and shoot my foot in his ankles, making him fall. I jump on his thorax, crush his gun-holding hand and shoot a ray into his head. I glance around. Poison and his sister are hiding from the sniper. At the anhle of a street, a drac is fighting against another drac. One must be Max. Electricjust killed one and Red is combatting too. They are 8 Dracs left with the sniper. I better just hide. I throw myself behind the van near Poison and Sarah.*
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Post by redhavoc on Mar 29, 2012 0:44:47 GMT -5
*I wait for the dust to clear from the grenade blast, a fine layer of dirt covering my red jacket and jeans. The fighting is starting to naturally clump, dracs targeting specific killjoys as they have been trained to do. Several swords glint in the sun and then something else glints. It's the building to the right of me, just for a second. The sniper*
*Checking my gun, I get up in one quick movement and head for the doorway and into what looks like at old bar, cracked mirrors distorting and shattering my own image back at me. It looked like he was on the third (and top) floor. Wiping the dirt from my hands and eyes I begin to ascend the stairs as quickly and quietly as possible. I turn my gun to the highest setting*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Mar 29, 2012 0:55:35 GMT -5
*I attempt to get out of the van again, only to have a drac suddenly pop up out of nowhere. I shoot before I can think, my heart stopping. The drac stumbles back and looks like he's about to fall...*
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Post by jumpstart on Mar 29, 2012 1:01:52 GMT -5
*I freeze when the drac appears, dropping PB's gun. I watch as PB fires straight into his chest and the drac wobbles. Somehow I know it's coming as the drac leans forward for the last time and looks me straight in the eye, firing. I hit the floor of the van a little after the drac does, but I'm not in pain. PB shouts or screams, I can't tell. My eyes widen as I realize I'm in shock. Something blocks the van door again. Another drac perhaps?*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Mar 29, 2012 1:46:13 GMT -5
*PB screams and I whip around in my seat, expecting to see him injured, but it's Jump who's slumped down, halfway supported by the base of one of the seats. He's not moving, his eyes wide and face pale, and there's a sizeable scorch mark nearly centered on his chest* Jump!
*Who helps when our medic is the one down?! I vaguely remember Fail saying something about healing, and shout for her instead* FAIL! If you can here me, get in the van /now/! PB, focus on the dracs! You can't help him if we're overrrun!
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 29, 2012 1:50:38 GMT -5
*The second drac van starts up, slowly passing the wreckage of the first, and stops again when it's close enough that the driver can fire at us without leaving the cover of the car. I target him specifically, but my shots just keep glancing off the frame and sending cracks spiderwebbing across the windows. When PB screams and Gear responds I bite my lip but don't look over; I can't afford to be distracted. As if to prove me right, one of the driver's shots grazes my cheek when I'm not quite quick enough. I don't see Red nearby, but I can't take the time to look for her either. If we can just wrap this up and get out of here...*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 29, 2012 1:55:34 GMT -5
*I shift my mental track, calling to mind the training patterns I learned in the city. I've been improvising for years now, which I find much more useful, but when I switch back to rote I'm rewarded immediately. The woman's moves are memorized, and therefore predictable. I block three strikes in quick succession and then put forward an attack of my own, avoiding anything I learned in the city. Her draculoid training can't compensate for three broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder, and as soon as I get her on the ground I draw my gun and shoot. The second draculoid goes down just as quickly, and when I step back into the street I see that most of the others are being taken care of as well. Striding up to the driver of the remaining car, I raise my gun. He's concentrating on the killjoy Red's fond of, and by the time my shadow falls across him and he turns to respond, I'm pulling the trigger.*
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Post by redhavoc on Mar 29, 2012 2:26:45 GMT -5
*My body wants to rest by the time I reach the second floor, but I only stop for a second to adjust my grip on the gun, dirt starting to mix with sweat. I start up to the second flight of stairs, lungs on fire from the controlled breathing. I reach the top, seeing one open door at the end of the hall. I turn into the room and fire at the figure at the window*
*One scream and he falls through, disappearing. I let myself really breath for the first time, getting only a second to recover before the drac's partner appears from an adjacent room. I knock the gun out of his hand, breaking a couple fingers in the process. He doesn't have a chance to scream before I jump right at him*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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