[gilga]

In a desperate attempt to still stop the violence and hoping that their attackers would reconsider once their troll is down. Lucky pulled out his taser shot the big troll.


He rolls skill + specialty (6) + agility (5)  + edge (7) Simple action ready weapon, simple action shoot. free action go after that man if he is not down).

Taser + edge: 18d6t5 6
Exloding sixes:
Exploding sixes: 4d6t5 2
Exploding sixes 2: 1d6t5 0

Overall 8 hits. (no limit due to edge). damage is 9S -5 (electric) (I think).

[Volker]

Focussed on the quite immediate threat of Scipio's gun pointing at his chest, B.R. completely misses Riker's attack. He is caught off-guard. B.R.'s neck explodes in a gush of blood as Riker almost beheads the man in a single, precise swipe. The cut-off gold chain hits the ground split-seconds before the already dead body of its former owner.

In the same instant, a dart hits the troll squarely in the chest. There is a small buzzing sound, followed by a deep groan. Slightly dizzy, the troll unsheathes his forearm snap-blades and attempts to kill his attacker before the knife-wielding berserker has a chance to approach him. His attack does not attempt to strike fear - it attempts to kill.

But there's another troll, and he is not more amused than our opponent. Readying his club, he storms into the general direction the shot came from. There lies a human of about 40 years, biting his lips. He knows he's got only one shot left, before a several hundred pounds heavy harbinger of doom will crush him with this heavy iron-rod of his. The bullets find their target - but fail to bring down the troll. You think you can hear FY gulp.

The stout well-clad man, however, uses the overall confusion to leave the battlefield before any harm reaches him. He turns around, and runs off as fast as his short legs carry him.

[Jack_Spade]

The arterial blood spattered like rain over Riker and threatened to blind him. He landed hard on the body of his victim, smelled the sour, rank smell of him that now was drowned by the smell of hot blood.
He noticed the troll, but his eyes were fixed on the fleeing man. That guy held the answers, and Riker would be damned if he let him get away.

Ignoring the troll, he reached for every last bit of strength his body had to offer and gave chase. He knew the place and had no problems vaulting over debris or treacherous ground, so he could take a direct course while the suit wearer had to avoid these obstacles.

Parkour Gymnastics: 9d6t5 5


At the moment he was very much like a dog chasing a car: He had absolutely no idea, what he would do when he caught up with him.

'Cut his hamstrings, make him crawl' a cruel, dark part of him whispered while his blood pounded in his ears. Oh yes, that was it. That was what he needed to feel alive...

[luckace]

The world around Scipio was shrouded in a storm of violence and noise, and he found himself right in the middle of it. Suddenly Riker was there, together with an explosion of blood and screams that sounded like a cannon's thunder to the elfs ears. And there was the troll, gigantic and menacing, striking heavy blows at Lucky. Scipio ignored the bloody rain that had stained his scared face red and focused on the major threat around him: the raging troll in the orange robes. Ignoring his principles, his ideals and everything he stood for, he raised his pistol, that seemed ridiciously small compared to the size of their enemy, aimed quickly and fired at the troll.
"Sorry", he murmured, and felt extremely stupid for that.

Trolling : 10d6t5 2

[gilga]

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... Lucky screamed as he miraculously dodged a very fast and accurate swing... it was him and a gaint troll head to head - the size difference made Lucky look like a dwarf. ... please go down... please go down he thought as he shot that troll again.

[Volker]

Shaking with fear, Lucky pulls the trigger again, and a second time his name does not betray him: The dart hits the troll right at the heart. He twitches, and collapses in a heap of brown and orange. His teeth are tightly clenched and you think you could see a small spark of lightning springing from his hair to the wet ground.

A couple of meters apart, Sissy's club strikes in a wide arc - but it's not directed at the assassin, but at it's weapon. If you have good ears, you can hear metal scrape on metal, but Frozen Yoghurt manages to draw back the weapon before the huge man can disarm him. You can clearly see the terror in the crouching man's face - but will he surrender, or attack even more fiercely?

[gilga]

Poor thing... lucky cries as the massive Troll collapses right next to him. Almost crushing him. He looks at the remaining fighter and say: "Drop that weapon... there are enough victims for one day.... we only want to talk, we'll cause you no harm. " Lucky's voice is genuine, his eyes are red...  tears are covering his cheeks, he is indeed very upset. He wants that fighter to drop his weapon because he fears for his health and for the killers that he may make his friends become. Taking life with a knife like Riker did - was a line... once you crossed that line it is difficult to get back to humanity.  He does not want his friends to become killers.

[Volker]

Ravinder sweated and sweared as he saw Riker, the bloody knive still in his hands, coming closer and closer.
"Please don't," he cried out. "Please! I... I did nothing to Bikki!"

Seeing as his flight would bear no fruits, he stood, turned around and rose his arms. "Mercy, please! I will tell you everything!"

The situation turned sour for the remaining fighter. Although he hasn't received a single scratch yet, he knew that he couldn't handle the whole bunch of fighters. He decided to bolt. In the menacing shadow Sissy casts, he turned around and ran for his life.

Run rate = 24. Run: 3d6t5 1 Increased to 26.

[luckace]

Shit, Scipio cursed silently as he turned towards the remaining man, wo was right now making his way through the scrapyard, away from them and out of their reach. Without a moment of hesitating, Scipio jumped around and started to chase after the running man, his gun still in his right hand. He could not let him allow to get away and report to the temple about the skirmish.

Sprinting+natural athlete: 6d6t5 1

[Jack_Spade]

"Nothing? NOTHING?! Musaa had a gun from you and was convinced he had to kill me. He shot at me and hit a little girl. THE FUCK, do you think we are stupid? Why would he do that if not for that thing you put into his head?"
Riker had to control himself not to lunge forward and just stab that asshole.
"I'll give you one chance - one chance only: You go back to my friends, who are a lot more tolerant and sane than me and explain exactly what happened to Musaa. If you try to run, I'll hunt you down and feed you your own entrails - YOU HEAR ME? I'll cut open your fucking stomach if you so much as think about lying.

NOW MOVE!"

[Volker]

Ravinder shakes heavily. "T-Tik chha. I-I'll just walk over to them..."
Shivering, he leaves Riker and moves into Lucky's direction.

The assassin, in the meanwhile, is running as if the devil was behind him. Sissy, panting heavily, falls behind soon. Scipio, on the other hand, can match the man's speed - but it doesn't seem he's catching up. It's only a question of seconds before they will reach the dark and confusing spider-web of alleys and sideways of Kathmandu. Once he'd arrive there, there's no way you can find him. And, being alone with a professional assassin, you're not sure whether you want to...

[gilga]

Name and job! saud Lucky... he then add start talking... if I feel like you are hiding anything you return home with a couple of new holes.

[luckace]

Scipio cursed as he made his way across the unsteady ground, sticking to the heels of the fleeing assassin. He's too fast! Scipio knew that he wasn't catching up to him significantly, and if the man managed to reach the alleyways, he was definitely out of their reach. He had to change plans.
Panting heavily, he stopped in his tracks, raised his hold-out, took aim and fired as many bullets as possible at the escaping man.

semi-autoburst with edge: 7d6t5 1
normally 10, -4 due to running, +4 due to edge, -3 due to environmental shit. You gotta be kidding me...

[Volker]

Lucky

"God - fucking ass! Shiva, mercy! I'm just doing my job!"
Ravinder looked around, shakingly. Riker, his knive stained with blood, a mad glare in his eyes. Sissy, a huge troll with an iron rod, panting heavily at cursing like mad. Scipio, firing bulluts and the escaping assassin. The only one he could hope for was Lucky, who at least used taser darts instead of bullets.

"La! My name is Ravinder Singh, I... I work in the temple. My job is, well, to supervise, hm, special children. Like Musaa. For heaven's sake, can't we go somewhere inside? It's freezing, darn!!

Scipio

Defense: 10d6t5 5 Muahahahahahaarr!

You fire three bullets into the approaching night, half blinded by the heavy rain drops clashing on the metal scraps. The assassin's flight is not a headless bolting, it's a professional zig-zag move that makes it nigh impossible to hit him. The bullets get lost in nowhere. There is nothing left but curses when the slender man reaches the first buildings. There he pauses, standing for a second in the neon-pink light of a dance-club sign. For a moment, you can see his face, clearly outlined and sharply perceived by your elven eyes. He, too, is of your kind. His face is slender and almost beautiful. His long black hair has a silvery shine in it. And his eyes, eyes like a wolf, are menacingly fixed at yours for just the blink of an eye. Than he vanishes, and all that's left is his image in your mind.

[gilga]

Lucky say: "We leave when I say we leave...  you haven't given me nearly enough yet so talk fast before you witness the devil rats feasting on the dead."...  "How many other special kids there are?... what are they for?"