@All: The crowd begins to push toward the hangar door, trying to flee the chaos brewing inside. Though the doorway is 2 meters wide, some of its width is taken up by the jammed doors, which unfortunately for the fleeing civilians did not jam in a 100% open position. People are crowding through the doorway and its slowing them down. The three civilians with the potential recordings are at the back of the crowd. It's going to take them another 10 seconds to get through.
@Iceblade: You savagely swing your sword in an upward arc like a killer whale leaping out of the water.
Igbo full parry: Rea(3)+Blades[Knives](5)*2 (13d6.hits(5)=4)The Igbo manages to get his knife into position to parry the blow but only succeeds in slowing it down. The massive power of the attack is enough to blast through his defense.
[damage = 11+3=14P]Igbo: Damage Resist: Bod(8)+Impact Armor/2(2) (10d6.hits(5)=5)Total damage is 9PThe Igbo is split up the front from his crotch to his sternum in a shower of ice crystals. The wound is instantly cauterized by the cold, leaving a brownish-red streak up the lower half of his torso. He shrieks and clutches his wound. It wasn't quite fatal, but he'll likely bleed out once the wound thaws. As the iced blade makes contact with the Igbo, a *SNAP* sound is heard like a small-caliber rifle shot. There is a 3cm thick layer of ice on the ground, covering the feet of the Igbo all the way up to their knees. It's shiny and perfectly clear, the pure elemental ice of the spirit world. The hacked up body parts of the first Igbo to fall are similarly covered in the ice, the pieces scattered on the floor among the remaining Igbo.