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The ball got thrown into the portal, along with a marble; but Rage had left himself open. Closing the distance between the two Miles would be at less then arms length from Rage.

In that closing he had raised his axe and had done an attack that would strike from his left shoulder and downwards at an angle. The blow would be enough to leave him seriously wounded.

If he leaned back then the blades tip would still manage to catch him and leave a brutal cut across his chest and torso.

Lifting the axe from the wound or just moving back after the gash it didn't make a difference as Miles vacated his post.

Running towards the hummer Miles would help with the tearing apart of the vehicle.

[OOC: Yeah, basically it was a critical roll event on all of the people in the Hummer, but my Accessory nulls that, and my stats trump all of yours individually.

Quote:

Judge
Color: Light Purple
Never roll dice during a Critical Roll; rather, simply compare stats.

]

((Rage, I was moving while you threw Owle and the marble and then another ten seconds to switch out. I was already close when I attacked Owle who was only held at arms length from your body.

But by all means go in the portal to escape the ******** of tards. I just want to leave you with a scar to remember Miles by.))

((Thanks.))

Gareth's initial reaction to the assault of three guards was to open fire at them and to scream:

Gareth: "Shiro! Start chuckin' s**t!"

Then he saw the rockets. ******** rockets. Gareth hoped to God they weren't homing rockets as he reached over and slammed his foot into the gas while twisting the wheel sharply to the right, then the left. A fishtail of epic proportions should occur, hopefully throwing the Humvee into a spin...just what Gareth wanted. Instead of striking the more volatile front of the Humvee, the rockets would either: a) be bashed by the side of the Humvee, b) hit a less explodable piece of the Humvee, or c) miss. Gareth knew c) was unlikely, he was more realistically hoping for a) or b). Unfortunately for him, there was choice d)... no spin occurred and all the rockets hit their target. Here, marble-hole or not, adrenaline kicked in. He knew Sieg had probably bailed as soon as he saw the rockets...no doubt Shiro had to. With only microseconds to desperately attempt to save his life, Gareth threw himself into the backseat of the Humvee and curled into the fetal position.

Gareth: This is not my ******** Humvee's engine exploded brilliantly, though it was overshadowed by the giant tornado of flame behind it. Thankfully for Gareth, the forces of inertia continued to work, and the flaming Humvee barrelled past the pillar of green light and through what was left of the fountain to smash into a conveniently placed storefront. The fire on the front of the Humvee smouldered as Gareth, battered, bruised, slightly charred and stuck with shrapnel, uses what's left of his adrenaline burst to crawl to shelter. Amazingly, his sword and gun have survived.

Gareth: Small miracles...

Then the adrenaline gave out. His final act before passing into healing sleep? A lifted middle finger and the mouthed word "********" before passing out.

And here ends Team Sieg/Shiro/Gareth's chapter.

((Sorry, no chaingun. It was stated in the beginning that only normal civilian vehicles would be allowed in this event.

Also, you can't NPC your offline companions. Even if they gave you permission.

So please edit that post, Kuroiten.))

[OOC: No it won't. XD I shot four rockets at you, with the same weapon I have helped kill two bosses with. Trust me, my Accessory, stats, and the weapon say you are dead.]

((Also, you don't have to crit roll, but don't completely ignore the tornado.))

((Hell, use it to your advantage for all I care. Just don't outright ignore it, because Retconning would be a pain here.))