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For a moment, all Asher could do was stare up at the stranger and gape. There was no reason to trust this man, no reason to believe a word he said, no idea what side he was on, or what the sides on the battlefield even were, and no reason he would actually be interested in helping her.

On the other hand, getting out of here seemed like a really excellent plan.

She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, calming herself, getting her panic under control. Then she took the exo-shell, put it on, and opened her eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Thank you,"she said. Although she had never seen a fight of this level of ferocity, numbers, and strength, she had escaped from dangerous situations before, and her mind was already piecing an escape plan. There was no *way* she was running straight through *that*, armor or no. "But I'm going to go this way." And with that, she began creeping along one edge of the wall, crouched, head down, drawing as little attention to herself as possible. If spotted, she would run, but not before then.

~Choke it

As he slipped the last of the shells into the rewserve on Carnage, he heard the whirr of a minigun starting up. "s**t." he said to himself, getting ready to run from what was sure to soon be the splinters of a table he was using as cover.

if it breathes

he dove out from behind the table as the minigun started firing, and saw out of the corner of his eye that it was a friendly weilding the massive cannon. he rolled to a knee and let loose with a barrage of slugs fired off as quickly as his hand could pump the action. The only reason he hadn't ended up close enough for hand combat yet was the sheer knockback force of the 8guage slugs.

Choke it

as he fired the last of the shotgun rounds he let the firearm fall to his side, held to him by the shoulder strap. His hands flew to his sides to draw the Twins.

If it breathes

"This is where the real fun begins" he thinks to himself as the onconing cyborgs split into two groups. the ones going after Mark were his problem for the time being, it was time to do some real damage.~

Trau shook his uzis back and forth, and then looked at them in disbelief. "As if shaking them is going to make bullets, Einstein," Trau thought to himself. He peeked around the table and saw the cyborg he just laid out get back up, and look right at him. Then took a step forward.

He looked back down at his uzis, then peeked around the table again. Another step forward, but faster. "Oshi, Oshi, Oshi!" said Trau. He chucked the uzis at the cyborg and heard the "clunk" of metal on metal. Somewhere to his far left, a chorus of minigun fire called out in an angelic voice. "Yeah, that'll clean up-" but before he could finish, the table he was hiding behind was lifted into the air. The cyborg was holding it over his head, and he was going to send it crashing back down on Trau.

Then his synapses flared. In a blur, he felt his hand go to his katana, and then connect with the cyborg. A grating, jagged, horrible metal-on-metal sound followed, and then the slight "pop" of his blade finding arm servos.

The cyborg lost the control of his arm, and stumbled sideways to its right with the table he was attempting to carry.

Trau found his katana sheath, rolled further to the right, and kicked over a booth table. Assessing his new situation, he mumbled to himself, "OK, chief. Now what?"

Eseen stirred momentarily, the feeling of slaps against the face were dulled to be made somewhat blunt and with less force than usual by the effect from the amount of alcohol she had consumed. She opened and closed her mouth a few times while mumbling something incoherent and rolling over to the side again. It looked as if she was quite comfortable when she started drooling again, almost as if she was going to curl up and remain asleep. Instead, her eyes flung open suddenly.

Her head spun to the side as she looked up at Joe, the world in her vision blurring as she done so which almost sent her bearings completely off. What she saw instead of his face was someone else she didn't recognise. Almost instinctively, she aimed the gun in her hand up to this figure, firing without reluctance. The figure she noticed doubled back in surprise, not expecting to be fired apon while he went down to attack Joe.

What else was noted was that the bullet had little to no effect, the only thing it accomplished was catching him off guard. She pulled the trigger again, wondering why it wouldn't fire any more shots. Once it was detirmined there were no bullets available to fire, she opted for throwing the weapon at him. On the realisation that this was all the offence the girl would put out, a short lived smile dawned on his face before discovering the flash in front of his eyes was an explosion from the impact of the gun on his chest.

As the man fell down, Eseen got shakily to her feet, unsure of what was going on, having only woken up moments before. It very quickly occured to her of what she had just done when she took a closer look at the scorch mark and imprint the gun she had sent critical mass into his chest left. It was clearly seen that he had some kind of metal implanted into his chest. The bits of skin burnt off the face made the identification of a cyborg all the more obvious.

Turning back to Joe wide eyed, about to ask for answers about the severity of this situation, the scene around them explained itself. The gunfire from the dancefloor a few rooms away and merciless beating on civilians by what looked like superpowered ones was unmistakable. It was at that point she spotted Asher making a dash for it. Not only that, but there was another man fast approaching her from behind with the intent on his face to, well, she wasn't entirely sure what that intent was, but it was clear it involved stopping this woman from fleeing.

Eseen's knife flashed and she broke into a sprint, intercepting the closing gap between Asher and this man. Her ploughed into her but she had built up enough momentum on her side to topple them both over. Using this, she attempted to jam the knife into somewhere painful, drawing a blank as the weapon seemed to hit something metallic and wouldn't push through to the hilt. While she fell over, star flew before her eyes and her knife once again flew out of her hand, sliding off some distance away from the pair of them.

Slowly she got up at the same time as this man, his attention now focused on her for the interruption. Blood ran down her forehead from the trainwreck she put herself in the path of, but a cold stare kept focus on eye contact with him. Faster than she could react, he stepped forward, slamming his fist into her stomach and winding her easily. The force of the blow would have sent her sprawlled across the hall but she somehow managed to find the balance to latch onto his wrist.

She raised her head and made eye contact with him again, unexpectantly stepping forward and grabbing him by the throat. The grip was hardly anything considering her injury and state, but the alcohol had managed to dull the pain immensely. Not only that, but contact was all was required as she let her ability go to work, hoping he had anything inanimate implanted where she was holding.

It wasn't long at all before the cyborg displayed a reaction to what she was doing. The pain in his neck built up to intolerable as the metal implant absorbed her energy heating up quickly enough for the flesh around it to cook from the inside out. He pulled away and tried to speak something as Eseen collapsed, unable to maintain balance without support. Unfortunately for him, the vibration from the vocal chords alone caused a chain reaction for the implant to explode spectacularly, decapitating him instantly.

~Choke it

"You moron don't stand out in the open like that, unless you want your internals on the outside!" Leadstorm heard in ythe back of his mind. it was a good idea. his eyes bore down on the closest cyborg to him, and hi sprinted towards him, hoping to throw him offguard with an all-out attack. His handguns called out with explosion after explosion, shooting at the joints of anything that looked like it was trying to aim at him.

I've stolen this abuse
All I have left is just these scars

Miraculusly, he made it to his quarry with only a few grazing wounds. the cyborg swung at him, the rippers tearing through the synth-skin on his arm. Leadstorm instinctively raised a hand to block the punch, feeling his own synth-skin being torn away from the cybernetic arm. His other hand, still armed with Calamity, flew to connect with the cyborg's chin. Halfway through the strike, he realised he was still holding the gun, and his finger went to work on the trigger, blasting two rounds into the cyborg's lower jaw at close range.

What has to happen to make you see?
If nothing happens would you feel?
(I've got to take it)

at about that time the cyborg's other hand came in contact with Leadstorm's ribcage. He braced himself for the impact, which was decidedly less severe than he had been expecting. his cybernetic eye focused in on a slug imbedded in the elbow joint of the cyborg's arm.
'That explains why I'm not in peices' he thought to himself, twisting his body and moving his cybernetic arm, pistol in hand, to the injured joint. He fired three more rounds into the elbow, then made an upward strike with his own, the blade concealed within his forearm extending out as he struck, severing the damaged Prosthetic from the cyborg.

You grow

The cyborg stumbled foreward, and for a moment, Leadstorm thought "Damn, I'm good." but before the thought could be finished, he realised that it wasn't the damage he had done that was dropping his opponent, byut the two other cyborgs that had run up and attempted a dogpile on him.

Scars

'Well, at least thir bodies will provide civer from the firefight' He thought to himself as he dropped to a knee and braced for the impact of the group tackle~

His eyes widened as she pointed her gun at him and time slowed down.

"ohh.. s**t.. "

The words left his mouth as she fired the gun, giving him only enough time to move out of the way before the body behind him ******** he hadn't been happy to babysit her before, he was even less happy now. Though, the next few moments made sure he didn't need to babysit her anymore as she turned suecidal and instead of keeping her head down, rushed straight into the mess.

Realising that staying here was more than a little stupid, his knife slipped into his hand, just in case, and he wove his way through the chaos, taking a strange sense of satisfaction in it. People seemed to be too busy trying to kill each other to see the young man thread his way through them, avoiding being noticed until finally, he made it to the outer edges of the fight.

Looking back at the chaos, his conscience made itself noticed as he wondered how Eseen was faring and wondered if it was right of him to just have abandoned her like that.

Mark kicks the table and watches as it flies pinning a cyborg between wall. He lets of a few rounds at the cyborg before stooping low and diving towards another table. Mid dive Mark gets hit in his left leg, a familiar clank of metal colliding with metal is heard and Mark rolls a bit before getting behind a new table.

"Damn it, that's more synth-skin that'll need some repairs " he mutters to him self after inspecting the split sink by his calf. "Leocadia, can you get the SAAS units online and get mine out here?" he asks her over the comm.