[Sillasion]

Reaction 3 + Intuition 4 + Increased Reflexes 1 = 8 - First one is for surprise the second for initiative.
8d6.hits(5)=2, 8d6.hits(5)=2
Surprise 2 Initiative 10

[Csjarrat]

You burst through the treeline just as deet swings a blow at a grey-skinned humanoid. The blow connects only lightly, the branch splintering before any real damage was done. The grey thing recoiled slightly, angling for a better position to attack the wounded Deet as both parties are startled by your appearance.
The beast stumbles backwards some paces as you continue to lower yourself, snarling and yammering some alien sounding noises at the the pair of you before hurling the large rock in its hand at Deet.
agi 3, throwing weapons 3, -2 range (4d6.hits(5)=3)

Deet does his best to dodge the incoming missile, but his busted ankle slows his escape. The rock smacks his good leg square in the thigh, eliciting a groan of pain.
11d6.hits(5)=3 resisted 3 of 4 stun boxes
Deet continues his hobble backwards, away from the beast as it sniffs the air, perhaps trying to detect your scent or pinpoint your position ready for another attack.
The beast backs away slowly, obviously aware it was outnumbered.
your actions please

you are not surprised as you'd heard the melee.
Deet is surprised and could not act towards you, the beast is not surprised and can act and defend against you.
beast: ini 13 1IP
deet ini 11 1IP
you ini 10 2IP

[Sillasion]

Knowing Deet won't be able to get away quickly and the damned thing will likely go find it's pack, Syberix falls back onto her original plan. She begins weaving the mana around her and launches it at the creature in consecutive strikes.

Going with a manabolt on Each pass. She drops the levitate on the bike as prior noted.
Mana Bolt 1 - Force 5
Spellcasting 4 + Magic 5 - 1 Wounds = 8
8d6.hits(5)=1
1 hit

Damage: 5P + net hits

Resist 3S
Charisma 6 + Willpower 5 = 11 dice pool
11d6.hits(5)=3
3 hits - all drain resisted
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Mana Bolt 2 - Force 5
Spellcasting 4 + Magic 5 - 1 wounds = 8
8d6.hits(5)=4
4 hits
Damage: 5P + net hits

Resist 3S
Charisma 6 + Willpower 5 = 11 dice pool
11d6.hits(5)=2
2 of 3 resisted I take 1S.

[Csjarrat]

wil5, counterspell 1 (6d6.hits(5)=1) 1st attack dispelled
wil5, counterspell 1, -1 prior defense (5d6.hits(5)=2) 2nd resist, 2 hits
struck for 7P and knocked down
The raw force of your aerial assault slams the beast backwards into the undergrowth with a keening howl. Deet looks up at the sky and spots you, now only five or so metres off the ground, still brandishing his broken stick as an improvised club. I heard more howls!
Begin 2nd pass

[Csjarrat]

The beast, clearly wounded, hobbles to its feet, scrambling backwards, snapping and snarling at the pair of you.
It begins to gesticulate wildly, mumbling as if incanting something. Instinctively, you know roughly what was coming next
force 2 acid stream: mag 2 casting 5 -2wounds (5d6.hits(5)=3)
A jet of acrid green liquid shot into being from the beast's pointed finger, its parabolic arc hurtling towards you.
dodge test please, counterspelling if available

[Sillasion]

Opting for the counter spell
Counter spelling 4 + Magic 5 + 2 mentor spirit - 1 wounds = 10 DP
10d6.hits(5)=4

4 hits


She watches the creature as it begins to chant it's incantation, her mind piecing it quickly together. She begins to gesture in return and keep the mana from being driven to it's whim.

[Csjarrat]

It limps as flees, snapping and snarling as it retreats into the treeline, obviously pissed off that you'd parried its attempts at attack so trivially.
Deet looks up at you, and you get your first real look at him.
he's clearly in a bad way, the bike must have careered off the road, sidewinding over the soft mud and high siding in the thicket of trees, crushing Deet's leg under the considerable weight of chrome, steel and leather.
His face is both filthy and grazed, an impact site present on the superior aspect of his helmet, his racing leathers battered and filthy. His leg caused the most concern though, his armoured racing boots were torn and battered. You could see the fragments of kevlar plating pulling through their housings, covered in mud and what appeared to be blood. Deet was desperately trying to take the weight off that foot, using the branch as a makeshift crutch.
Syb! Thank fuck you're alive. Thought that fucking Ghoul had me then. There's more of them out there, I could hear them yammering and yelping when I came round.{Shouts echo off in the distance as if to reinforce his point, he turns back to face you, grimacing in pain as he shifts his weight.} You alright? you hurt?

[Csjarrat]

CHAPTER 3

___Lumen + Scawire___
The week had passed with relatively little excitement. Pavel and his medical drones had tended to your wounds, getting you back to nearly full strength.
A mixture of medi-chines and good old fashioned surgery had gotten rid of the bullet fragments, reduced the bruising and you were left with little more than a stiffness and an occasional ache.
Pavel had sourced your equipment as requested, and a steady stream of visitors had come and gone throughout the week to meet with Smith.
You felt deliberately kept out of the loop, as if Smith either didn't trust you with the developments, or didn't want to sully your recovery with the thoughts of the next steps.
In the meantime, you were given the freedom of the east wing. Your rooms were generously proportioned, though the high ceilings meant it was rare that you ever felt warm in the house. The beds were comfy, the food was good and there was always something on the Trid you could watch to pass an hour or two.
It was only a few days before the boredom began to set in though, thoughts of home and your responsibilities beginning to cloud your mind.
Pavel summoned you to the dining room on the Sunday, where you were to meet with Smith.

[Csjarrat]

The dining room occupied a large chunk of the southern aspect of the building. The last rays of the weak autumn sun disappeared behind the trees of the beautifully sculpted garden, casting an orange and green glow across the room, the oranges being augmented by the roaring open fireplace occupying most of the eastern wall.
The decoration of the room was more understated than the rest of the house you had seen so far, it was still expensive and classy, but the oppressive oak panelling was nowhere to be seen, instead replaced with a rich royal blue patterned wallpaper and understated silver lined ornamentation and pictures. The paintings were mostly portraits, ruffed men and corseted women from bygone eras of fashion, the odd picture of large sailing ships filling out the remainder of the paintings.
A large mahogany table dominated the centre of the room, chairs for 12 people easily dwarfed by it's sheer mass. Only four of the places were dressed for dinner, a wider range of cutlery and implements adorned each of the respective places than you had ever owned for any of your flats or bedsits.
Pavel follows you into the room, beckoning for you to sit.
"Bon soir, can I get you any wine sirs? Messieur Smith will be along shortly"

[Scawire]

Mantis gives Pavel a smile. Ya I'll take a glass of what you got, thanks. Mantis takes his spot at the table and awaits for the boss to grace Mantis with what he hopes will be a job that will take him from the Trid life back into his joyful shadows that he loved to run in even with all the KOing of himself it was fun.

[Lumen]

Knives saunters in and flops down in one of the lavish chairs.  He gives Pavel a nod, "Yea mate that would be nice."  Looking around the room at the portraits he chuckles to himself and says, "Oy you suppose he actually knows these people.  Always makes me wonder when ya see old paintings like this..." 

He slumps in the chair fiddles around with the cutlery on the table.  It's pretty obvious he's starting to get antsy being cooped up in this mansion for a week.

[Sillasion]

Looking over Deet, Syberix's face contorts in an almost comical fashion and she sticks her tongue out  slightly.
*Ick...*
"Fuck man... I was fine. Tuck and roll - not my first time bailing off a moving vehicle...."
 her attention diverting for a moment, "Though normally it's a train... and I'm prepared..."
 she snaps back to him. "BUT! You're alive...." Her attention turns to his leg, "mostly...."

She pulls in the mana in the air around her, crossing herself backwards.....

Casting Levitate - Force 5
Spellcasting 4 + Magic 5 + Specialty 2 + Mentor Spirit 2 - 1 Wounds = 12 Dice Pool
12d6.hits(5)=3
3 hits (Speed 15 meters per turn)
Resist 3S
Charisma 6 + Willpower 5 = 11 dice pool
11d6.hits(5)=4
All Resisted.

As she finishes, the pressure is taken off Deet's legs as she lifts him slightly off the ground. She raises herself up.
" 'Er you go... that's better than a stick.. Ain't no time for that when we have ghouls comin."
She offers Deet a large grin as she raises them both back into the air.
"So where the fuck were we going?"

[Csjarrat]

___Sillasion____
Deet looks at you quizzically as you stray off topic slightly, relieved when you snap back to the present.
Yeah, my ankle took the worst of the hit, got it stuck under the bike. Its fucking agony. You got any pills on you?
The look of panic on his face was priceless as you begin to raise him up into the air, totally new to being casted on, he has no idea where to place his centre of mass and begins flapping wildly, trying to stay upright
B6, S5 (11d6.hits(5)=2) resistance roll (unwilling), you get 1 net hit and raise him up
"Syb, what the fuck are you doing to me?!" He shouts; almost horizontal and panicking.
The shouting draws more unwanted attention; the sound of multiple things running through trees and undergrowth approaches to your left.

[Csjarrat]

__Scawire + Lumen____
Pavel pours you a generous glug of red wine into the rightmost of your glasses and heads to the serving hatch on the east wall, opening the small service lift and retrieving some aperitifs; small finger food obviously meant as a starter.
He serves them to you both with a short bow before leaving the room.
Seconds later, an impeccably dressed Smith enters through the large wooden door behind you with the rythmic clicking of well heeled shoes.
"Terribly sorry I'm late chaps, how's the wine?"
He takes a seat opposite you and pours himself a modest glass of red and tucks into the apperitifs.
"Roast beef for dinner tonight, I trust that suits you both?"

[Scawire]

Mantis takes small sips of his red wine, and would love to have the taste of tobacco blending in with the drink but decides that is not the best course of action right now. With the bit sized food presented to him he starts to Ork down the small food, Might not been seeing action for the last little bit but I got to admit the food is worth the down time. Mantis hears a clicking of heels coming their way. With Smith in the room Mantis wipes off some food off his face to make himself a bit more presentable. Roast beef would be great, not like me to complain about any of the food, you got some nice eatery here that is for sure. Mantis waits for a bit before going back to the shoveling of food in his mouth encase he has to make conversation.