[Jack_Spade]

Ini round 2: 16+4d6 34
I'll again activate Adrenaline Boost for 36, so there is a possible interrupt action with -5
I don't have wound mali - yet. But -1 to all actions.

Simple Action: Activate qi-focus
Assensing: 7d6t5 1 [7d6t5=1, 2, 1, 6, 3, 2, 1]

Simple Action: Shoot Grenade Guy
AGI 9 + Rifle 8 + 1 Smartlink -1 Drug -2 Astrally Perceiving
Shoot grenade thrower: 17d6t5 43[17d6t5=3, 3, 1, 4, 1, 4, 4, 5, 4, 5, 1, 5, 2, 1, 1, 3, 6]
12 P AP -7 + Successes


'That won't save you'
With a moment of concentration he opened his third eye. Instantly his normal vision was replaced by the vibrant auras of the surrounding people.
It was hard to shoot like this - his smartlink non functional and his gun barely visible. Still he lined up the shot and pulled the trigger on the grenade thrower.

#184

[adamu]

Spike had attacked his second target the same as the first, lunging straight for the inner thigh. Tormented as the dog was by the cocktail of poisons, he didn't need to see to clamp down and hold on. He didn't let go until his foe was twitching uncontrollably with shock, lifeblood gushing from a shredded femoral artery. Then, however, battle won, blind, and in confused agony, the animal surrendered to a vain attempt to clear his eyes and nose, rubbing his face against the floor, nearby corpses, anything.

Al's own vision was clouded by tears and now dense smoke that blocked the shreds of ambient light is cybereyes depended on. He staggered over to the dog, wrapped one arm around his neck and other around his middle, and dragged the squirming beast until they were clear of the smoke, counting on the rest of the team to do the same with the incapacitated family.

[pistolgrip]

[Jackhammer -Thursday June 18th, 2076 - Attack of the Underfreaks - Rear Guard - Current condition 0 damage - full body armor - chemical seal]
Although he brought down the magic wall, chemicals and smoke now overwhelmed the group. Aaron moved to pick up the two closest family members--which ended up being the doctor and his daughter--and charged forward to clear the smoke.


pick up family members [18d6t5=4, 4, 6, 1, 5, 1, 3, 3, 1, 6, 5, 2, 3, 6, 1, 6, 4, 3] 6
unarmed, multiple targets, called shot (knock down), edge [16d6t5=1, 5, 2, 6, 3, 6, 1, 6, 3, 5, 2, 5, 1, 6, 2, 1] 7
rule of 6 [4d6t5=1, 6, 1, 6] 2
rule of 6 [2d6t5=5, 5] 2
11 total

38 posts

[Aria]

[Thursday June 18th, 2076, ~10:30, Leaving Nightside Market, London Below, London]

The foe are whittled down within seconds of the engagement beginning but as Al dragged Spike out of the smoke and the clawing gas he was somewhat disconcerted to see a new threat…Frisk had torn the mask from her face which is revealed in its typical elven beauty but marred with sweat and a froth of red tinged saliva about her mouth… her blade takes Tabor from behind and his rather surprised head comes bounding towards Al without the rest of his body which slumps bonelessly onto the underworlder he had dispatched moments before…while Al is wrapping his head around this new development Frisk has catapulted herself forwards in a gravity defying lunge and her new target being Al’s own distinguished visage…

Isaint’s shot is marred by the drugs coursing through his system and the difficulties of sighting down a gun that is barely visible in the astral…his target, a fellow adept gauging by his aura, blurs sideways out of the path of the projectiles…he is laughing, an unhinged sound in this already crazy place, as he throws something more at the family grouping being protected by Jackhammer’s giant form…then he turns to flee…

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_#61

[Jack_Spade]

Ini 26:
One parting shot at the adept. And with shot I mean salvo
Salvo @ Adept: 14d6t5 4
12 P AP -7 -5 to dodge

4 shots remaining
Declare Pre-emptive Dodge -5

Ini 11
Free Action: Drop weapon in sling
Simple Action: Perceive in Detail: Assensing Frisk: Assensing: 7d6t5 2
Simple Action: Activate Weapon Focus

Ini 1
Free Action: Deactivate astral perception focus
Complex Action: Charge Frisk: Unarmed Teamwork Check
AGI 9 + Unarmed 4 + 3 Weapon Focus +1 Charge -1 Drug +1 friend in melee
Charge: 17d6t5 2
[17d6t5=4, 2, 5, 1, 3, 2, 2, 3, 1, 3, 6, 2, 3, 1, 3, 2, 4]

Don't do drugs kids, they'll fuck you up...



"You can run on for a long time..." 'sooner or later he's gonna cut you down'
Isaint fired again, this time squeezing the trigger decidedly longer, sending a hail of very expensive bullets towards the fleeing adept.

He registered the flurry of movement to his right - one of their guides had turned traitor or so it seemed.
Not trusting their environment he concentrated for a moment to get a reading on the woman's aura - was she possessed, hexed or simply a turn coat?
Never mind. The betrayal burned and he felt how his cestus burst in flame while his subconscious had made its decision.

[pistolgrip]

[Jackhammer -Thursday June 18th, 2076 - Attack of the Underfreaks - On the Move - Current condition 0 damage - full body armor - chemical seal]
It wasn't ideal--Aaron could only carry two bodies. The family was as good as unconscious. Probably a bit worse actually, as the girl kept flailing around. The doctor just cringed and muttered something to himself; Aaron couldn't tell if it was a prayer or profanity. Gun shots and chaos continued behind him, but Aaron just focused on one thing: running.


running! [12d6t5=6, 1, 6, 3, 4, 1, 5, 3, 5, 3, 5, 5] 6

[adamu]

Fast then slow.

It often went down that way, when the breathstealing speed of the fight gave way to an almost lethargic pace as the voodoo gods granted Al clarity in the maelstrom.

He'd just pulled Spike clear of the worst of the gas and smoke. The dog was rubbing its face frantically against any surface it could find - in this case a handy corpse. Jackhammer was hefting two family members. Girl mime cut boy mime's head off. Isaint was giving the last mole-person a lead tailwind. The head was falling. Al let go of Spike. The head bounced once. Al opened his mouth to shout a warning. The head bounced again. The girl mime launched herself into the air. No need to shout - he was the target. One final bounce - poor feller probably had little mimes at home to feed. She was still in the air. Her mask was off. Even with the froth coming out of her mouth, Al couldn't help wanting to do her just a little bit. Her jump reached its apogee. He shifted his weight, hands empty. The head rolled off a dead body. She was drugged - he couldn't kill her. The head came to a halt, roll stopped by one pointy ear. She was on the descent, weapon flashing. Things were speeding back up. Don't blink. Drugged, she telegraphed big. He slipped the downward arc of her blade, then ducked her backhanded follow-up. Isaint was coming in fast. She pressed the attack, blade in constant motion, the third swing so close to his ear he heard it, then a fourth swipe across his midsection laying his yellowing T-shirt open..

[Aria]

[Thursday June 18th, 2076, ~10:30, Leaving Nightside Market, London Below, London]

Isaint’s blast winged the fleeing Flower and he stumbled and fell…Al ducked back out of the swing of Frisk’s blade by a whisker feeling the sudden cold blast of air as his meagre vestments became a little more ventilated…as if that wasn’t bad enough he felt the fragging corpse next to him try to grasp at his leg…with a strangled gasp through part of its missing throat and face it managed one word “Bane” and suddenly the air around Al and Spike is filled with stinging whirling flechettes…

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_#62

[obidancer]

With his eyes watering and skin burning from the pepper spray, the Frenchman had a hard time understanding what was Frisk's deal, but the head rolling of the other mime was clear on one thing, She would unleash everything she had on Al. The Frenchman didn't recalled being in any worst condition, but he had to prove if not to himself he was the best marksman here.

He held his breath and shot at Frisk's deadly blade.

Then he ran toward the group to help neutralized the berserk elf.


Initiative: 14+2d6 20

Attempting a Blast out of hands called shot on frisk's weapon.
20 -4 (total mods from pepper punch) -2 (Called Shot) - 6 (Heavy Smoke) + 7 (edge) = 15
Called Shot: Blast out of hands: 15d6t5 7

Charge Frisk: 12d6t5 6

[Jack_Spade]

Delayed by his short aura scan, Isaint followed close behind the Frenchman to subdue the crazy mime.
He had seen no trace of magic possession or influence, but her aura was aflame with uncontrolled rage.
Isaint was strong but only just above average for an ork. Now they had to stop a berserker without hurting her to much in the process.
He dropped the rifle in its sling and charged the elf. He tried to gain control of one of her arms. He had just enough mental capacity free to call out to Jackhammer:
"Drop the cargo and help us subdue her."

[pistolgrip]

[Jackhammer -Thursday June 18th, 2076 - Attack of the Underfreaks - Coming Back {2/2} - Current condition 0 damage - full body armor - chemical seal]
Aaron stopped at the call for help. He looked behind him to see something he really never could have imagined: a rabid mime girl fighting off three grown men. With a sigh he looked around, then put down the doctor and his daughter, moving back towards the fray.


running! [9d6t5=2, 5, 4, 1, 2, 3, 2, 3, 4] 1

[pistolgrip]

[Jackhammer -Thursday June 18th, 2076 - Attack of the Underfreaks - Coming Back {2/3} - Current condition 0 damage - full body armor - chemical seal]
Once he arrived, Aaron threw his bulk towards the rapid mime in an attempted takedown. This is what he had always been good at, and all those years of wrestling in the alleys was about to pay off all over this elf.


unarmed [20d6t5=3, 2, 2, 5, 4, 2, 4, 3, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 4, 5, 5, 4, 1, 5] 6 + 11 Strength

[Aria]

[Thursday June 18th, 2076, ~10:30, Tunnels beyond Nightside Market, London Below, London]

Frisk moves with devastating speed, the chameleon sensors on her body glove barely able to keep up with her seemingly impossible gyrations.  As her blade descends on Al, the Frenchman’s timely shot send it spinning away behind her and without pausing for breath Frisk vaults Al and expresses her ire with her new target by letting fly with the customised hand cannon in her left hand, the sabotted round howling in the darkness, whilst the right produces a wicked looking knife in an eye blink…

***
_#63

[adamu]

Seeing his teammates closing in on her, Al made a point of staying within her reach as he dodged, occupying her tunnel-visioned attention in hopes they could get the drop on her. She was faster than he'd counted on, though, and half a second later her attacks had driven him off balance. Unable to regain his stance fast enough, he saw her sword arc down toward him and his life was already flashing before his eyes when spranng it flew out of her hand. He wasn't sure what happened to her next - he didn't even have time be surprised he was still alive before some hamburger-faced mole-person went Romero on him, snatching at his leg. Asshole gave himself away, though. Bad guys always had to gloat - the moment the loser wheezed out his Flower-freak buzzword "Bane" Al flashed back for some reason on what he'd seen happen two seconds earlier to Frisk and Tabor. He threw himself flat atop Spike's panicked form just as the dead man blew himself up in a deadly flurry of something that could only be bad news.

It was soooo tempting, then, to just lie there - but that whirling dervish of a keeb girl was like to cut somebody for sure if they didn't get her tied her down. He jumped back up to help his co-workers rein the filly in.

[Jack_Spade]

Isaint did his best to get a grip on the harlequin girl, but the foaming mad anger couldn't be contained. All he could do was to force her to make a few steps, unbalancing her. He wanted to call out to Jackhammer again, but something in his periphery caught his attention.

A man in camouflage uniform stood there scowling. An impossible large bullet wound crested his chest.
'Oh god, not now.'
Isaint knew that this had to be a drug induced hallucination. Stabsfeldwebel Müller was dead - killed during a hostage rescue.
'I haven't thought of you in ages - why now for gods sake?'

Isaint stumbled for a second as his vision blurred. His bio-monitor showed elevated puls rate and a worrying high concentration of foreign chemicals in his blood. The drugs had arrived in full force.
His vision blurred for a moment and the dead man was again in front of him.

Reality distracted him as Jackhammer finally arrived and tried to get the woman in a bear hug.
Isaint let go and reached in his pocket to produce a set of handcuffs. With shaking fingers he tried to get again a hold of the mimes flailing hand


Ini Round 3: 16+4d6 27
Free Action: Rapid Draw handcuffs
Complex Action: Trying to apply handcuffs.

I have no idea what test you need for that, so I'm guessing unarmed will have to do:
AGI 9 + 4 Unarmed -3 Drugs= 10 dice
Handcuffing: 10d6t5 4 [10d6t5=4, 3, 4, 6, 4, 2, 6, 6, 5, 1]