[Number 2]

Vladmire, both you and Marcus can see the borg in the back get knocked down. To you Marcus, it looks like somebody just hammer punched him in the face. To you, Vladmire, the bullet struck true. It looks like you hit the side of his forehead, not a killshot but he definitely felt it.

[martinchaen]

Marcus drew a deep breath and prepared to squeeze the trigger when he saw one of the other Borg fall. Not willing to waste a good ambush, he sprang into action figuring that the enemy of his enemy was his friend. The superhuman reflexes Ares had implanted in him long ago, coupled with years of training, enabled him to pull the trigger while the first body was still falling towards the ground.

The brief distraction caught him slightly off-guard and his shot went a little wide, but Marcus watched with satisfaction as the round hit the closest Borg in the back.

"Never fight fair, my friends..." he thought, already planning his next move. He quickly holstered his sidearm and prepared to rush into battle, what little emotions were left in him completely in control.

[Number 2]

The bullet appears to have hit the Borg in the upper spinal area, as soon as the bullet hit him he jerked in an unnatural way.

Back damage armor save: 5d6t5 1

[Number 2]

Now the Ares guys have seen their chance, and one of them swings a punch at a Borg. The Borg tries to block but fails and the punch solidly connects. The borg recoils slightly from the punch, but appears unfazed for the most part. The other Ares draws a knife from within his coldsuit and stabs at the remaining borg. The cougar fineblade easily pierces the skin and hits something bleedy. The Borg desperately holds his side as blood starts to pour. Note to self: Borgs do not like being punched. The Borg threw a punch at the Firewatch member, aiming for the face. The Firewatch guy barely dodges, but it's enough. The last borg swings the hand thats not keeping his blood in at the Ares member who just stabbed him. Again, the Ares member dodges at just the last second.

[Triskavanski]

The changeling pulls back the bolt, chambering the next round as he focuses in on the one borg who hasn't got a new modification to his body.

"Here's lead in your eye, metal head." he comments to himself as another shot is fired.

"Master, did you require something for me? I do not think that lead within my ocular sensory equipment would be beneficial to either of us." the drone calls back, having heard the comment through the subvocal microphone.

[Number 2]

The bullet flies through the air, hitting the Borg in the head

Are Borgs bulletproof?: 5d6t5 2
No, they are not. Again, he looks mostly dead, and he's on the ground now. You notice that the van is starting speed up towards the scene.

[Isane]

Anechka watches the drone feed with bemusement.  A shootout in the streets was not her idea of a good time, and she continues to sip her soykaf, observing the scene outside with her bird's eye view.

[martinchaen]

With half an eye on the approaching van, Marcus leapt into action. With a still mind, and as another Borg fell from what could only be large caliber rifle fire, Marcus charged the only Borg still left standing.

During his advance he mentally triggered the deployment of the nearly meter long blade concealed in his cybernetic right arm, its hardened alloy links locking together in an instant.

Coming in low on his target, the veteran soldier swept his blade from the ground up at the back of the man's knees, beginning the move that had earned him his nickname all those years ago. The man's feet were lifted off the ground, and Marcus let the momentum of his swing carry him through the turn, sweeping around fully and swiftly punching the blade through the Borg's chest with a downward stroke.

Like a cyclone of death, Marcus stood up straight with his arms opened out to each side, appearing as if he was challenging any of the remaining Borg to get up to meet their match.

[Csjarrat]

Feathers nodded and smiled, donning his helmet and exiting via the back door.
He does his best to stay low, keeping the building and snow stacks as much between him and direction of the soon-to-be combatants as possible.
Focussing on the manafield around him, he channels it through his power focus and shapes it into a detection spell, suddenly aware of all the life forms for a couple hundred metres around him.
Armed with the knowledge of locations, he shimmies around the side of the building out of the majority of line of sight of the combatants and attempts to retrieve his skis from the entrance un-noticed

[Number 2]

The two borgs on the ground are now starting to get up. The two Ares guys look at you, as if they were expecting more firewatch, not this guy. The van pulls up to a stop not too far from where you're at, and two more borg get out. One from the passenger side and one from the driver side. Vladmire, now is the time to act.

[Triskavanski]

"K-Nine, Move to 12 O'clock, provide surgery for borg." Luckily with the advance programing for the dog, for facial recognition software and its ability to process more information the Dog rushes off to the position.

Meanwhile, Vladmire aims and fires at the driver, waiting for his drone to get into position. This was going to start getting harder as he had two bullets left in the gun now.

[Csjarrat]

Sneaking round the front of the building, Feathers sees the scene of carnage unfolding in front of him.
The gangers seemed to be taking rounds, a brawl was happening and re-inforcements appeared to be arriving.
Taking advantage of the situation, he grabbed his skis from the rack and made for the rear of the building again, clipping his skis on and heading out into the sparse vegetation to get clear of the ensuing melee on the far side of the bar.
Connecting mentally to his commlink via trodes, he boots up his mapsoft and plots an alternative route to his destination, going cross country where possible to avoid meeting inbound reinforcements on the roads.

int 5, nav 3, mapsoft 6 (14d6.hits(5)=8)

[Number 2]

Vladmire, yet another victim of your rifle is knocked down by a blow to the head.  The Ares guys are taking action again, with one of them stabbing the borg next to him, and the other Ares sec kicking a different borg in the face. Both borgs did not fare well, as the one who got stabbed fell back down and stopped moving, only to twitch a little bit. The Borg who was kicked now has a bloody face, and is also presumably dead seeing as how he is not moving.

[Triskavanski]

While the dog moved towards the directed location, Vladmire fires off another shot at the last borg standing, having a single bullet left now in his rifle before he needed to reload. Hopefully that was the end of it, and the Ares and other guy could work at cleaning up the rest of the mess.

[Number 2]

Vladmire, the bullet you fired seems to have pierced his head entirely and the bullet makes a nice dent on the van's hood. All the Borg are now down and either dead or knocked out (Currently, only one is knocked out because the one Ares who decided to use his fists and legs).