[HydroRaven]

Clementine braces for the attackers coming her way. She engages the first attacker, grabbing his hand as he swings his crude weapon at her and, using his movement, blocks the second attacker's swing. From the corner of her eye, she sees a third attacker at the last moment, trying to move out of the way but still getting hit by the hilt of the club, a small trickle of blood leaking from the cut. "Is that the best you can do, chump?" asks Clem, trying to taunt his attacker into committing a rage-fuelled mistake.

First one: Unarmed Combat 4 + Reaction 7 (11d6.hits(5)=6) Second attack: Unarmed Combat 4 + Reaction 7 - Second defend 1 (10d6.hits(5)=3) Third attack: Unarmed Combat 4 + Reaction 7 - Third action 2 (9d6.hits(5)=2) So the last one gets 2 net hits. I forgot to put the -1 from the fumes, but if I remove the last dice of all my rolls, the results don't change.

Resisting 6P Body 5 + Toughness 1 + Edge 3 (9d6.hitsopen(5,6)=5), so 1P damage.

10/11 Physical, 2/3 Edge

[RHat]

Fionn scanned the local wireless for the most useful looking node and began working to get control of it, while trying to make himself as small a target as possible.


More formally:  Detect Active/Passive Nodes free action to get a list of what's in the area (specifically, everything inside 400m), and then a Hack on the Fly complex action against a selected target - in the interest of keeping things moving, just posting the roll now.

Exploit 5 + Hacking 4 - CM 1 - Fumes 1 - Blackout Disorientation 1 (6d6.hits(5)=3)

[farothel]

As I have currently a -5 modifier (-2 sustaining spell, -2 fumes and -1 wounds) I don't have any reaction left, so he hits.  Since also no armour, I'm left with body 4 to soak damage
body 4 (4d6.hits(5)=1)
I think that burning an edge to invoke Hand of God might be a good option here.  With only 5 boxes physical damage left , 1 soak and at least 3 net hits, not doing so will mean I die.
@Crossbow: GM describes what happens in this case (SR4a p75)

[Crossbow]

As Fionn hits the ground he opens his senses to the Matrix, hoping to find something to help.  But there is not much, the best option is a vehicle rigged for remote operation on the edge of his perception.  He dives for it like dog on a bone and blasts past it's basic defenses.

Back on the track, the elven mage Heron sees Sammy fall in a shower of blood, and leaps to her aid. Force 8 Heal on Sammy (11d6.hits(5)=3) Edge to reroll failures 8d6.hits(5)=3

Drain resist (10d6.hits(5)=4)

The elf's blood drips from his nose into the growing pool unnoticed into the growing pool. "No one dies tonight except you, humanis scum, that is a promise."

As if in agreement, out of the darkness a queer humming follows an arc that passes through one of Matty's attackers, his arm raised to bring a crushing blow on the young orc.  Head and arm neatly slide off as the still standing corpse erupts in a blood fountain.

(OOC: That was Icarus and Heron, Clem Johnny and O'Connor are next)

[HydroRaven]

Clem fires again on the attacker that is already wounded. She then tells O'Connor "Con, cover Sammy."

Firearms 4 + Agility 7 - Fumes 1 (10d6.hits(5)=5) take the last dice off for an additional -1 and the results are the same.
If that doesn't do it, her next shot will be on the same target. If not, she'll move on to the next attacker.

[irisheathen]

using penetrating strike with ceramic bone lacing (-3 AP), critical strike (+4DV), and Kung Fu&Tae Kwon Do (+2DV)
+6 unarmed +7 agility +2 specialty (martial arts) +2 superior position +2 charging -1 fumes: 18d6.hits(5)=3
Spending edge to re roll: 15d6.hits(5)=3
Total successes: 6 


As Johnny sprinted towards the lead banger's back he leapt his body coiled tight, he flew the last few feet in silence. An instant before he reached his target he twisted in midair and snapped out both of his feet in a flurry of kicks aimed at the troll killer's shoulder and head.

[Crossbow]

The first kick snaps the banger's neck, the second rips the skull loose of all but the strongest of the neck muscles and the third hits his shoulder because the head is not where it is supposed to be, hanging down over his back like that.

O'Conner witnesses his second close-up of a Johnny Chopstix decapitation through the Ruger's scope.

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor scowled, "Hey!!! No kill stealing!" Disgruntled, he turned his attention to the pack of guys beating on the ex-smuggler. He called out, "New guy, drop!" He then fired twice into the group once he had a clear shot.

((OOC: O'Connor's withholding his actions until Matty gets out of the way. Just posting the rolls now. Unless of course Matty doesn't have any more passes, then O'Connors gonna say fuck it and fire anyway.))

[spoiler=Longarms]
Longarms 4 + Agility 5 - CM 2 - Fumes 1 = Pool 6
6d6.hits(5) → [1,2,6,2,4,1] = (1)
6d6.hits(5) → [5,1,2,1,5,5] = (3)
[/spoiler]

[Crossbow]

With their numbers savaged, even the drugs racing through their brains can't keep them in a fight where they are now the ones out numbered.  The four thugs remaining attempt retreat, leaving Matty defending on the ground defending kicks that are not coming and Heron cursing in Speriethiel as he magically knits Sammy back together.

[RHat]

Fionn doubled over retching, the meager contents of his stomach choosing to flee.  Standing back up and wiping his mouth, he forced himself to speak.  "Damn, that was...  Damn."  He gave his head a bit of a shake, trying unsuccessfully to settle himself.  "Look I...  I think I've got us a ride - hacked it while you guys were fighting, hoped to get us out of here without things going too far.  Should get moving, before...  Before anything else happens.  Be out for a moment bringing it here."  Fionn crouched low and jumped into the vehicle for a minute to bring it over to the group.

[Necrogigas]

((OOC: Accidently hit remove on my last post, reposting...))

As the vehicle approached the group, O'Connor yelled at Red, "The hell ya doin'?! Run those bastards over! We need to take 'em out before they call reinforcements!" He leveled the rifle at one of their fleeing assailants, lining up a shot.

[RHat]

((OOC: Fixing the order, then.))

Fionn's perceptions of the meat world largely dropped away, but the shouting managed to cut through.  He answered over the speakers of the commlinks, in a voice stronger then he could manage physically at the moment - well, three voices really, one from each of the commlinks the team had with them.  "Not.  My.  Way."  He pulled the vehicle between the team and their fleeing attackers.  "We can be far away from here long before reinforcements are an issue."

[Necrogigas]

After his shot was blocked, O'Connor ran around the vehicle and took off after the four wanna-be gangers. He called out behind him, "If you don't want to help, fine, but stay the hell outta my way! The next time you get between me and my prey, I'll frag your hoop without a second thought!'' After separating from the group by a handful of meters, O'Connor took a knee and began acquiring his target.

[RHat]

"Have you at least head of conserving ammo, amadán?  Got no clue what we're gonna run into before we meet up with that friend of yours, so why are you so excited to waste what bullets you have on a bunch of guys who are no threat to you anymore?"

[Necrogigas]

"They attacked us an' are still breathing, that makes 'em a threat! Never half-ass things involving Barren scum. We're mean, spiteful bastards. If we don't end this now, they'll show up again later." O'Connor returned to aiming, Red was right about one thing, he didn't have any bullets to waste.