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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-24)
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 Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:23 am
A sentry dressed in grey stepped out of the woods and into his path as soon as he'd gotten under the cover of the trees. Jordan summoned Ferros even as the nondescript man drew a gun glowing with red runes.
The bullet seared across his arm as he charged, and he growled and swung, knocking the man back. Did the runic gun mean that this wasn't a hunter, or was it simply for the efficiency of cutting through a Fear shield instead of whittling it down?
HP: 58/60
Dmg: 6
Sentry HP: 4
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 7
Total: 18 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:26 am
The sentry raised the gun again, and the bullet creased across Jordan's ribs. It should have been into his chest, he realized; a wordless exchange with Ferros told him that the Fear shield was working, albeit in a lamed and limited way, but the dragon didn't know how long that would last nor what its limits were.
The hammer slammed into the sentry's torso, the force of the blow flinging the man back, bloody and broken. That answered that question, Jordan thought, distant with shock; this had been a human. He looked away from the disgusting ruin of the body. The sentry would have had no qualms about killing him. He had to think that, anyway.
This wasn't going to be the last one, either. There was no real question as to what they were here for. There was also no going back. Jordan rolled his injured shoulder, testing it, and decided that it wasn't much more than a scratch. He headed on down the path.
HP: 56/60
Dmg: 12
Sentry HP: very dead
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prolixity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:34 am
The path would have been a quiet, peaceful walk in the woods if it hadn't been for what Jordan knew it was leading to. And if there hadn't been sentries waiting to get in his way. He heard a soft sound behind him this time and turned in time to see another nondescript, grey-suited person drawing a gun on him.
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:38 am
As he moved to swing at the new attacker, Jordan's foot caught on a root protruding from the path. Ferros's weight, already sweeping forward, sent him off balance, and he lost his footing and sprawled flat in the dirt.
The bullet cut into his shoulder, and he grunted in pain.
HP: 54/60
Dmg: wat
Sentry HP: 10
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:39 am
Jordan rolled to his feet, hauling Ferros up into a ready stance, and found that the sentry had melted back into the brush. The bullet came out of the trees without any more warning than the crack of the gun being fired.
HP: 52/60
Dmg: lol
Sentry HP: 10
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 7
Total: 8 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:45 am
He'd gotten used to pain, but the lingering burn and sting of the wounds was disconcerting, so unlike the rapid, bright flare and fade of pain that he knew by now. When the sentry stepped out of the trees again, he lunged at her, and the point on Ferros's barrel dug into her body, but her hands stayed steady and another shot seared into his leg.
HP: 50/60
Dmg: 2
Sentry HP: 8
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 5:46 am
He'd been injured worse. Jordan gritted his teeth and moved to stab at the sentry again, but she twisted out of the way. She was fast. If he could get a good hit on her, he'd have a better chance, but the inherent delay of hauling Ferros's mass around was putting him at a disadvantage, and every time he missed catching her, she put another bullet into him.
HP: 48/60
Dmg: shameful
Sentry HP: 8
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prolixity rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 11
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 6:01 am
The sentry took the time to aim, carefully centering her shot on Jordan's head. Her precision was a gamble; had the Fear shield not been working at all, the shot would have dropped him before he could reach her. She'd probably been told that these guns completely negated a hunter's shield.
He stood over her, looking at the crushed ruin of her torso and head, and tried to feel sick. When he wiped at the stinging line across his temple, his hand came back bloody, and he turned away from the body, picking his way back toward the path. How much time had he lost trying to catch the sentry?
HP: 46/60
Dmg: 8
Sentry HP: 0
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prolixity rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 6:08 am
Jordan jogged down the path as quickly as he could, abandoning stealth and desummoning Ferros. The weapon had no charges to hold, and the longer they delayed in trying to stay quiet the more likely it was that another sentry would spot them, and he remained painfully aware of the clock ticking down.
He made it through the woods without encountering any further grey-suited figures, and tried not to think about the fact that no charges to hold meant only that he'd just killed two humans. Not unarmed, and they'd been hostile, but what really disturbed him was that he wasn't particularly bothered.
HP: 46/60
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Huni Pi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 6:20 am
It was a series of nopes that played through Before's head at the first gunfire and the spatter of blood. s**t. He went out for this? He's gotten himself in some deep s**t for something he doesn't know or understand? Actually, par for the course if Before had the chance to actually think about it.
He doesn't recognize Charlotte. Doesn't understand the reaction and outrage from some of the other Hunters. He does, however, understand Mark's orders and the need to make a forward surge. The Mist has stopped trying to know what's going on for the time being. The sentry that greets him holds his attention more.
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Huni Pi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 6:22 am
Before lets out a high pitched squeak of pain as the gunshot pierces through him. Oh, yeah, FEAR shields aren't working as good as they should. Gritting his teeth, he summons Vanna, and her size takes the sentry by surprise, a spike slamming against a jaw with bone-breaking force.
HP: 58/60
Damage: 5
Sentry: 5/10
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Huni Pi rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 9
Total: 18 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 6:27 am
Another shot was fired, accidentally it seemed because it catches Before in the foot and has him off-balancing right onto the sentry. Along with the full weight of Vanna. "Sonuva ********> he hissed through grit teeth.
HP: 56/60
Damage: 12
Sentry: -7/10
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Huni Pi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 6:30 am
Before holds his breath for as long as he can as he goes through the base. The base he doesn't even know whom it belongs to, for crying out loud. What's he supposed to do here? I mean, really? Each time he can't keep his breathing in check, he has to stop and focus on something else. Anything else to keep himself quiet and unnoticed.
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Huni Pi rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 6:34 am
He doesn't know how the others are doing but he's feeling the sting of his wounds, something he's not felt for quite some time. He hopes he survives this thing and maybe ask the rest of the survivors what the ********>
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[A.V.] rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 6:49 am
Jake had been making his way to the portal, trying to find Sherry as he did so. He saw the grey-coated hunters (could they be called hunters?) from a distance away, and immediately began to be wary, wondering where Sherry was. He had to find her, he had to-
BANG
The sound startled him, and he turned, seeing as Chel was pierced by the bullet. But she'd be fine, right? She had-
The stark realization of their situation dawned on him as he saw the blood. Even with a shield, it still...
And then a woman appeared, one he wasn't familiar with, but from the shocked expression from some people's faces, and especially when Gale called out her name (he would assume it was so), he reasoned it was a hunter that they had been familiar with. One that they had trusted... and been betrayed by.
Even more shock was when the battered, bruised, bleeding figure of the death assistant was pulled out. Why... why was this happening? Even Mark, who he had extremely mixed feelings towards, didn't deserve such a death. He knew he should intervene, or, at least, try to do something to stop the inevitable, but fear had gripped him. Even after all this time, he still couldn't get over his fear of guns, and the one in Charlotte's hand looked even more wicked and sinister than any he had ever seen.
But all of that didn't matter in the next moment. There was an explosion, and Jake watched with horror as some were writhing about, bodies being burned by the flame. The smell itself almost made him want to throw up, but then he felt himself dragged, and fell.
It was a relief to see Mark wasn't actually dead yet. Actually, he wondered if it was even possible to kill such a man. It seemed, ironically, the leads in Death were impervious to the word itself, which was... a small relief in itself right now. Even if he had no idea what was going on, he believed Mark would be find, sans fingers and all. He lived through worse.
And so he ran, hoping for the best but fearing the worst.
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