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 Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:43 pm
One of the MIBs moved to react to the grenade before it flew back. It exploded on the ground just before the SAW went up, rapidly beginning to chew away at the cover Vlad had taken while the swordsman pursued James, who was closer.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:52 pm
Joe realized that the sword guy was going after James. With a shrug, he gathered fire in a new way, since he was in an experimental mood anyways.
He lobbed the ball over the desk to where Vlad hid. This new combination was highly explosive, not just hot and bright.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:35 pm
Jacob grabbed the handgun's grip with a grin, "Fine, you'll get it back." he said. He ducked behind the desk and waited a moment as Joe went up, only to be blinded by a flashbang. How the Hell did they get this equipment? he wondered. He popped up from the cover with the 9mm ready as a grenade was thrown and then returned. Jacob picked a target, it was James. He fired three shots at him, leading his shots ever so slightly to accommodate for his movement.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:48 pm
((Huh. I was actually considering learning the Thriller dance over the summer. Didn't happen. But it could have.))
Siber felt the percussion of the grenade from where he was as he pulled Anaeris slowly into existence on this plane. When she got there, she lit on his shoulder and formed a shield around them to deflect incoming bullets and debris, at least to a point; she was only first-level, after all. He could heal Paul when all this had died down.
He turned as he could, his balance slowly coming back to him, and peered around the corner. Chaos. Samuel was chasing after the same guy some MIB with a sword was after, his fires burning lower after the ice rounds blasted into them, and the other opponent was hiding behind some desk or another. Based on previous experience, he couldn't exactly sneak up on the one hiding, Vlad, if he had heard right, but he scooted over closer, finding cover where he could and keeping a mental eye on James.
Really, he didn't see anything he could do besides keep himself safe at this point, at least until he could run without tripping. Still alert, he kept his ground and waited for his balance to return.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 5:35 am
Dismayed at the density of fire directed at him, James again simply started sprinting. At this he was better than a human, as has before been mentioned, so unless the swordsman could catch up, James began to think he might make it away as he began the process of changing the P90's magazine. Unfortunately, Joe's blasts of fire made this difficult, wreathing around him and punching holes in clothing, knocking him off balance too. After a minute he still had a fresh magazine in, however, and he rolled around, now again on the ground, firing several bursts of something different at the swordsman - ammo that was imbued with wind; even if it didn't hit, it applied a disturbingly large wind to things near the bullet's trajectory, sending them flying. Hopefully this would do well enough on the MIB.
Meanwhile, the desk exploded outward, and with a Russian-accented cry of surprise, a figure went flying straight upward. Vlad had somehow maintained his grip on his assault rifle, but was now lying on horizontal a beam higher up. This suited him alright; it was broad enough that it served as some sort of decent cover. Meanwhile, he went for his own radio. "Steve! Where ARE you?!"
The response was quick. "We're coming, George's back up and we felt fighting. Fyrin should know soon enough and he'll be there with Renard... whenever he shows up."
"Good! Get here FAST!" Vlad demanded, then peeked around to see if there were any viable targets. The SAW had to go down, that he was rather sure about, but how to do it? A grenade wouldn't, perhaps even explosive ammo wouldn't. Well then what? he wondered, reloading while he had the chance.
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Paul's arm was beginning to thaw, but it was a slow process; he didn't want to rush it and he didn't want to be left with a broken arm untreated in the least, so he was only melting from his shoulder to his elbow, and his fingertips to his wrist. That way the pain would stay away and it would still be braced, but he could effectively fight again. He was almost half-done already, but given how quickly fighting goes, that was rather slow.
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Fyrin paused a moment. "The Warlocks are trying to escape by the airport," he informed Renard. "Let's go, my men have already engaged." With that, he shot ahead, zooming straight for the airport.
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 88%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <9>/11/6/1 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 90%
Shield: Blue
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 89%
SCAR CQC: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22 (Magnifying Ammo)
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20 (Magnifying Ammo)
George England(Two):
Mana: 88%
G36C: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/24/14 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 83%
AK74U: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/23/9/2 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 82%
P90: <32>/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/39/31 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 7:25 am
((So....I take it Jacob's shots missed?))
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 8:40 am
((Oh. Jacob's shots, right.
They exacerbated the problem. biggrin ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 3:26 pm
((...That's not at all better, lol))
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 3:30 pm
((Nah, not really.
Sorry about that - I posted that particular post in an extreme hurry. I think the whole thing was drafted and posted in under three minutes, given the fact that I had about two to do it in. The fact I missed your post was regrettable, but sort of inevitable.
Either way, my apologies.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 3:40 pm
((Oh, fun.
It's alright, happens to everybody at some point and it couldn't really be helped.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 4:13 pm
Joe fired on the beam above with his handgun, although it seemed rather...well, useless. He put it back in his waistband and switched over to explosive fireballs, which seemed to have more effect in either destroying the beam or shaking Vlad loose.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 5:22 pm
The beam began to fail; Vlad could feel it in the shudderings coming from beneath him. In frustration, he crawled, hands and knees, to the nearest adjoining vertical beam, hopefully one that was weight-holding. Drawing the KaBar from his vest, he lit it ablaze and stabbed it into the pillar, then quenched the steel-melting fire. The steel that had melted he reached out, moving with his undead hands, then froze it into place so that the knife could support his weight. When he needed to withdraw it, all he needed to do was light it on fire again. For the moment, he was still having difficulty coming up with a plan. Surely if Fyrin were here, he'd do something...
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Paul, who was not focused on the fighting, but more primarily on making sure he could fight, suddenly felt something. Opening his third eye, he began to look around, and spotted... the necromancer. Inbound.
"Hey everyone!" Paul shouted. "Fyrin's on his way! Someone's with him!"
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 88%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <9>/11/6/1 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 90%
Shield: Blue
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 89%
SCAR CQC: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22 (Magnifying Ammo)
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20 (Magnifying Ammo)
George England(Two):
Mana: 88%
G36C: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/24/14 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 81%
AK74U: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/23/9/2 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 82%
P90: <32>/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/39/31 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 5:43 pm
Joe kept up his attack, seemingly with no tiring on himself. With one hand, he reached out, bringing it close to Paul's frozen arm. Intense heat began to radiate out.
"Thanks for the warning," Joe said. "I wanna try them."
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 6:04 pm
Paul nodded in thanks to Joe, then swatted his arm away just before the broken part of his forearm unfroze entirely. Now there was just a thin layer of ice. It could be shattered, and if it were, it would mean trouble for Paul's arm. What he could do, though, was use a little rock. The iPod changed to something called "Earthball", and the spell, ill-practiced as it was, was effective; from the ground, from the walls, from anywhere any solid earth or dust was found, it gathered together just in front of the iPod, then slammed into Paul's arm, where, carefully guided, it molded itself into a solid rock. That would protect his arm better, even if it was a tiny bit unwieldy.
Thus prepared, Paul drew his pistol, resuming his customary Glock-iPod grip, and turning to find a target to fire his ammo at. James, on the ground and somewhat vulnerable, presented himself to Paul, who whipped both weapons around, squeezing off a pair of shots cautiously so as to avoid hitting the MIB. His second shot struck near James, and sent him again rolling wildly.
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 88%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/42/22 (Phase Ammo)
Glock 26: <7>/11/6/1 (Explosive Ammo)
Fyrin:
Mana: 90%
Shield: Blue
Steven Johnson (One):
Mana: 89%
SCAR CQC: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/22 (Magnifying Ammo)
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20 (Magnifying Ammo)
George England(Two):
Mana: 88%
G36C: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/24/14 (Magnifying Ammo)
92FS: <15>/15/15 (Magnifying Ammo)
Vladimir(Three):
Mana: 81%
AK74U: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/23/9/2 (Magnifying Ammo)
1911: <8>/8/8/8 (Magnifying Ammo)
James Lowry(Four):
Mana: 82%
P90: <32>/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/39/31 (Magnifying Ammo)
USP .45: <12>/12/12 (Magnifying Ammo)
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 6:08 pm
Joe sighed angrily. "Gahh! I wish I knew earth! Damn it!"
Thus angered, he regained some of his deadly focus. He turned his attention back to the tumbling James, firing a combination of flechette mini-balls and his new explosive barrage.
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