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 Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:20 am
Candard leapt into the air, floating almost weightlessly above them, and lifted his hands above him. The shadows beneath him almost seem to waver as though they were under a flickering flame.
Meanwhile, the bot's arm stretched out, transforming into a sheet that wrapped around the rocket, catching it mid-air.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:23 am
The Tercel accelerated as much as it could when Gamma stomped the pedal down. With any luck they're pull away and put some distance between them and the giant robot and explosions.
Gamma'd like to go up ahead a couple blocks and turn a corner for cover, then get out and start shooting people.
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Nihilistic_Impact generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
2!
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:33 am
Miles heard grenade and reached for one of the ones he had picked up earlier. Pulling one of the metal objects from an inner pocket he looked at it and a hologram of a small face appeared and started rambling instructions.
What was it with that guy and having useless tech?
Ignoring the voice he looked at it and took a random guess to what it would do. Either the thermite would detonate on impact or Miles had just set it to magnetise and on a ten second timer.
Not much time then.
Pulling himself from the back seat Miles stood up where the window of the hatch had been and hurled the grenade, hologram still talking, towards the robot.
Whatever happened the 2500 degrees celsius of fiery explosion would do some damage.
((1- impact fuse
2- magnetised timer(5 seconds remaining after start of throw)))
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:40 am
As the robot reached out to grab his rocket, Eustathios squinted, out of spite for this thing. Upon first impact with the arm, it would detonate in a flurry of white fire.
He then adjusted his shot and fired one more rocket, this one was on a timed detonate of 2.5 seconds and directed towards the third party member.
The one who had yet to actually attack them, he hoped that it would pierce the man and then detonate, or just detonate mid-air around him. In any case, there wasn't a way for the rocket to be returned without blowing up already.
And he took joy in the sight of an object being hurled out the back of the car, Miles finally listened. This was going to be much fun indeed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:45 am
The part of the arm around the rocket fused into solid metal, but the explosion itself diverted away from its body. The arm condensed, then extended, firing the fused metal piece at the Tercero's rareview window like a cannonball.
Even as it did this, the second arm shot at the new rocket, converting into a cross-guarded pike as it went. Piercing the rocket at the side, it brought the projectile to a stop--or at least sent it very, very off course. A third limb shot forward to pick up the grenade and smother it.
Meanwhile, a beach-ball sized ball of fire formed above Candard's open palms. Wordlessly, the man thrust his arms down, sending the flaming mass down at the 'speeding' car.
Sullivan, the second man, merely continued to follow after them all, apparently devoid of any ranged attacks.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 11:53 am
If you can't get to cover; make it.
Said cannonball would probably nail the back of the back seats and get lodged or land in the trunk space behind the seats themselves. The fireball would slam the top of the car and streak back as Gamma finally hit fourth gear. The hardtop wilted under the heat and the paint was just obliterated.
Flying, sure, that guy could keep up. Some robot and guy walking probably weren't walking at 35 MPH.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:01 pm
Miles had a cannonball rocketing towards him and fire was raining down from the sky. Things weren't looking good, so he did what he could. He fell back.
Tumbling down as far into the back seat as he could go Miles was forced to be unreasonably uncomfortable.
"Can't you drive this tin can any faster?"
The grenade from earlier?
Smothered though it may had become the heat would be intense and the explosion destructive. If the robot was to contain it all it would need to absorb a very large amount of heat into its structure.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:13 pm
It was a mixed blessing, the rocket was indeed forced off course, but towards a nearby lamp pole. They were in the city streets after all.
The explosive crashed dead on with the base and detonated immediately after, due it's timer being up and all. The lamp pole groaned and then fell forward, toward the being which had intercepted the rocket.
This lamp pole would come down with a great crash which would probably flatten part of the robot, and with the mixture of the grenade... Well, most likely the two forces would fuse some of the metallic being's body together in just a great clump of metal. Creating a drastically malformed being from the end process.
While this went on, Eustathios had picked another target, he had seen the man take to the sky and began to search for him. Smirking, the Spartan pulled his second spear up, the one with the modified rocket.
Setting yet another timed detonation almost instantly, he fired the weapon straight up, towards the intended target: Candard. He fired. This was as the fireball and such had swept near his head once the man's attack had collided with the roof of the car.
This particular rocket was set on a four second timer to account for the height. Once more, even if it did miss it would still explode. But this rocket was different from the others, it had a total of five Potato Masher grenades strapped onto it. Yeah, it was going to be a big damn explosion.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:26 pm
And Candard blowed up.
The robot, on the other hand, was not going to be stopped by a mere lamp pole. Four arms jutted out of its shoulders, deflecting the pole behind him. The grenade resulted in more fused parts, which it launched again at the car, aiming at a higher point in the rare windshield.
Sullivan hopped over the fallen pole, continuing to walk. Time to regroup.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:32 pm
[OOC: ...Candard is dead? Or are you messing with my head?]
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:35 pm
WHAM
"Son of a b***h!" Gamma hit the brakes and wrench the wheel to the left. There was a big hunk of metal wedge halfway into the length of the hardtop. Jamming in through the softened metal from the fireball, along the top of the car.
Sucked to be Miles; all this s**t flying at him.
The driver side door popped open as the Tercel came to a stop easily. Now that the orange monstrosity was parked in the middle of the road facing the wrong direction, traffic, if any, was ******** withdrew the automag from it's holster and looked up, wondering what was coming out of the explosion. Despite that, he raised the pistol with both hands and pointed it down the street towards the robot.
Who still had a lot of ground to cover.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:41 pm
Kicking out Miles was eventually able to dislodge the hunk of metal that had planted it self in their trunk. With work he was able to give himself enough room to pull himself out of the Tercel and stretched for a moment.
This was getting annoying.
Pulling another grenade he fingered the right trigger for the impact fuse. Only one more after this one. Perhaps he could shove it down that man's throat that just walked along. He was probably a leader of some sort.
Shrugging his shield onto his left arm he thought he should at least give himself some form of protection. Just in case that robot decided to hurl any more of its mass at him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:50 pm
A loud cheer resounded from his throat when the grenade-rocket combo hit dead on with their mark, and then exploded in a giant plume of fire and smoke. Truly, it was beautiful.
As the car came to a halt he held both spears with one hand and opened the door, switching his grip about as he stepped out, the spears were held properly once more. With the large of the explosives gone on his spear with more rocket still inside, he placed the one with fewer upon his back.
He pulled up closer to the other two, so he could act as a wall in the case of another projectile being lobbed at them. Eustathios was quite pleased with the current shape of this battle, given how poorly he seemed to be doing at first. The spartans left hand grabbed tightly on the start cord of his shield, then he pulled. This activated the chainsaw feature of the shield, it's blades began to spin at a rate fast enough to create a blur. He was literally armed to the teeth.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:56 pm
And as the spartan's cheer reached Sullivan's ears, Candard faded into existance beside the robot. Brushing off his robes and shaking his faceless head, Candard stretched out his palm. Both his shadow, and Gamma's shadow stretched out unnaturally behind them, as if a great lightsource had appeared between them.
The robot held position, its extra limbs receding until it was once again a smooth, metallic humanoid.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:04 pm
Gamma watched a third party appear over by the robot in the distance. Either it being the same or a new guy. And now shadows were getting all ******** up.
So he sprinted away. Over to the side of the street where the long line of streetlights were. It wasn't big enough to stop bullets and wasn't great cover, but it was better than nothing.
If his a** didn't get blown off, he'd stop next to said streetlight crouching, with the automag leveled for the trio down the street.
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