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 Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 7:22 pm
Gamma emptied the twenty round magazine in no time, since it only took four trigger pulls to do that. The second rocket hadn't even been fired and Gamma was on the move. It was pretty stupid to stand around where there's no cover. Combat Pace + Doubles Gamma’s movement speed until destination is reached, or interrupted. Effect ends if Gamma stops, or deviates from a simple path towards the destination. Cannot attack or use weapons or items while effect is active. Must be able to see destination. The alley opposite Raven and Xypher, on the other side of the Fist of Power complex. It was a straight line that brought him no closer to the shooting pair. Any infrared sensors would have a hell of a time discerning Gamma's rapidly moving form from the cloud of superheated dust and debris caused by a nearby explosion. Especially when there were more and more explosions on the way. Moving like an Olympic sprinter who's a** was on fire, Gamma would clear the open streets and be in the alley pretty quick. Grabbing the dead chainsaw blade and inadvertently cutting several fingers on his left hand, Gamma moved in a crouched sprint that carried him faster than a normal person should be able to move. With bounding hops from long leg to long leg, Gamma would end the charge with a dive into the trash strewn alley.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 7:42 pm
Bullets flying in the air and Miles standing there as he wonders where the noises are coming from. Miles had never experienced explosives before, much less gun fire. It was a new sensation that unhinged a portion of his mind and he thought he heard the faint whimper of a child.
Too bad he didn't break down; but instead he charged in at the original target, the one he had spotted, Raven.
Crossing the distance in no time Miles had rolled his shoulders and slid his large round shield to cover him, grasping it with his left hand.
All the while his right reached for an axe and he came in. With Raven busy with Gamma he'd be open for Miles attack. A swing of the axe to cleave the smaller man at his neck and downwards.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 7:50 pm
By the time Miles had realized what was going on and made a decision, Raven had realized Gamma was on the run immediately after he started firing. He still had some nice, fat, hollowpoints in that gun of his, and had switched back to the visible light spectrum...
Where he noticed some ******** guy with a big ******** axe charging towards him. Holy ******** sweaty balls of the Virgin Mary that was a big axe. Maybe it was just the fact that it was coming down at Raven, but it looked like the size of HOLY s**t YOUR HEAD IS ABOUT TO GET REMOVED! So the short, lithe b*****d rolled to the side, the axe head hitting the asphalt with a distinct noise where his throat was a mere moment ago.
Despite that, Raven was only pissed because his big puffy hat fell off.
"Sonnabitch!" Raven yelled, getting to his feet with practiced speed and ease, wincing slightly at the pain that shot through his back as he did so. ******** explosives.
Quick Edit: Raven noticed the guy with the big ********, rocket-launching spears just before he rolled, and felt the spear graze his shoulder closest to the armored man. It was a cut that drew blood, but not much, as it was shallow.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:13 pm
Doesn't anyone keep their smarts about them in battle? Rising from a prone position leaves you vulnerable for an attack. An attack such as the face of Miles' shield.
From the moment Raven had rolled to Miles' left he put himself in harms way. And while he rolled Miles recovered his stance and swept his left hand in a backwards slap. Only this slap was accompanied by a massive shield completely made of Damascus Steel. There would be no guarding himself against the object crashing into his rising body.
And to follow it up Miles was going in with another over head swing for the man's neck. It seemed Miles had a thing for taking skulls, even if it was messily done.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:22 pm
Rage filled him, the adrenaline from the rush of the battle swelled in his mind and he began to fight like the Spartans of old once more. His spear had narrowly missed the man's skull, and brain, but there was the wonder of the spear. He could use it a lot faster then nearly anyone with a sword was able to swing. Unlike the two weapons all he had to do was pull his forearm back and push forward, such an easy, swift, and automatic movement. As the shield would come into contact with Raven, Eustathios would stab forward with his spear, it's drill punching right into the man. This would serve one great purpose, it would probably be a mortal wound. As Miles axe would pass it's intended destination, the Spartan would continue to stab, over and over, the gut, chest, groin, neck, it didn't matter, so long as it met flesh. And if none of the above and the other man in his group's attacks failed as well, then Raven would have the opportunity to run down the alleyway at his back.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:31 pm
Luckily Gamma's face would stayed pretty as the mask hit the ground first. A curled elbow softened the landing.
Relatively speaking.
Gathering himself to his feet, he couldn't help but notice the dark liquid all over his left hand. Those teeth on the chainsaw bit him on the hand; cutting into the meat on his fingers.
Not that he could feel it. A little blood here or there spiced things up a bit. After holstering the empty automag he grabbed the saw from the ground, enjoying the warmth under his arm from the steaming muzzle.
Outside the alley was the sound of not gunfire. So he went out there.
A couple steps and he could see one less person, but his 'teammates' all over the lone survivor. Raven's back was to Gamma as he walked slowly toward him.
The chainsaw was dead silent, and the sound of drillbit spears would mask whatever footsteps Gamma made. If Raven turned around...
Well... He'd get a face full of chainsaw.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:36 pm
Generally, when you're on the ground, its a lot easier to get chopped at and stabbed, so getting up where Raven could run and get hit by shields was smarter. That shield hurt, too. Hit the little guy in the face when he had completely risen, and dislocated his nose, but didn't break it. Metal bones and all.
When Raven threw his head back in pain, he saw the axe come down... in slow motion. Twice as slow as it would if his Servali (cybernetic) brain hadn't fully taken over his body, increasing his thought process many, many times over. Wear and tear on his body wasn't a big deal, though; his anatomy was so ******** up that he could move at a speed that was normal to him, but was a blur to Miles and the Spartan.
Where the axe should have made contact with Raven's throat, it made contact with air, and would end up coming down at such an angle that it would collide with the Spartan's spear, which also didn't make contact with the speedy b*****d. Beep beep, bitches.
By the time Miles and the Spartan would be wondering what the ******** had happened, Raven was standing thirteen feet away, the other MagSec out and in his left hand. His breath was coming out quicker from his mouth, a sign of tiredness from moving at those speeds for even a second.
Without ceremony, Raven turned and ran down the street.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:48 pm
Raven Yun Without ceremony, Raven turned and.... Two guesses as to what that sound was. Interestingly enough, cybernetic brains were indeed fast. While Gamma was no cyborg, he too had an extensive series of fibres throughout his natural brain. There were, however, no super powerful processors at home. But that's all irrelevant. The speed of an electrical signal down a neuron was fast, arguably slower in a computerized brain. HOWEVER, the electrical impulse could be moving at the speed of light, and it would do nothing. Raven's body was not a thought. Muscles receive signals from the processor, and then the muscles had to move the weight of the body. This was not the speed of electricity. And so Raven turned to run away. On one side was a wall, the other; Miles. Before him was Eustathios the spartan. Neither of them would let him slip by them. Nor would the wall, no matter how nicely you asked. Behind Raven was a waiting Gamma who was praying for Raven to turn around. And he's not even religious. Squeezing the handle Gamma set off the electric starter, which engages the electric motor and ran the clutch. Holding the trigger down twenty six inches of guidebar would rattle a black-toothed saw chain into life. The teeth were silicon carbide, it's what you make drillbits out of. It would cut wood. It would cut flesh. It would cut bone. It would cut steel. Add this to Gamma's thrust and Raven's momentum, that twenty six inches of guidebar and carbide teeth would power through Raven just above the navel. In a human that would mean lumbar vertebrae. In a cyborg, likely the same, maybe a spinal servo. So there'd be an angry, running chainsaw in Raven's belly all the way to the guard on the casing. Gamma pressed himself into it and pulled up.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:56 pm
If there was one thing Miles hated it was those that ran from battle. Watching Raven do that only made him man. Turning his swing outwards to his side he used the momentum to turn in the direction towards where Raven fled.
Moving out he made sure that he couldn't escape from the trio. Gamma would be a head of him, Miles to his flank pinning him against a wall while the Spartan was covering the rear.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 9:01 pm
Eustathios pulled his arms close together, his body mass acting as another wall, and the spear as great spiked nail. With his arms so close to one another, he pulled on the interior of the right shield, and with a great growl, one more chainsaw started. It was the one that circled the edges of the shield he had originally come with, it's great phalanx on the front exemplified the moment. There was no escape, there was no retreat, this wall of bodies could not be shattered open and be passed through, death came en masse, and you were to die.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 10:14 pm
(( Uhh... Yeah. Arcturus Highwind No, no penalty for doing this. If you kill hiim even because he just 'gives up', you still get the points. So go ahead, go Chainsaw happy. Enjoy it, and know you're also moving closer to victory with it. And dont' forget that most likely, you'll be claiming the marble off his mutiliated corpse unless his teammates can pull some Jackie Chan ladder fu flip stuff to get in, take the marble, and get out alive. Post on it's way.))  The saw slid through bone like... something easily sawable. Raven's spine was severed above the lumbar vertebrae, doing causing two things. Releasing Raven's bowels all over himself now that he lacked that control. And killing his legs. Without those precious legs to hold him up, he fell into the blade more.
Falling back like that jammed the guidebar up and out through his chest.
And... Was like.... Dead.
Gamma fished around the guts and blood to find wherever the marble was. While he was at it, Gamma would start going through all the personal effects.
Hell, he probably couldn't stop Miles and Eustathios from robbing the guy blind. Well, robbing him dead.
So while they picked through Raven's belongings, Gamma would step over to the nearby wall. He had what he wanted; the marble. Gamma raised the chainsaw up against the wall and revved the engine.
Carving a distinct eulogy above the chainsaw'd body for everyone to see. Miles and Eustathios would recognize it since they both spoke Greek. Below it, Gamma used his bloody hands to draw a crude smiley face.
How's that for a grave?
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 10:39 pm
[OOC: Post order finally broken, thank god.]
With his chainsaw silenced, Eustathios had just about all of the personal effects from the corpse, holding them in a large bundle of junk and useful items. For a moment the spartan stared at the man with the chainsaw and then the mark upon the wall. He blinked under his helmet, unable to understand why he carved Gamma into the stone. "Gamma? What of it?" Of course he was going to ask, the dude didn't even know his teammates names. So, it made sense as to why he was confused, instead of waiting for an answer he went to the car for a moment and set everything they had looted into the back seat, most of it was bloodied. But, eh, it was a rental. Coming back he waited for an answer once more as to why he would slice that mark into the building.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 10:44 pm
"I get the thing that made all the loud noises." Miles didn't know entirely what it had been; but he was claiming it for himself. Everyone else on the team had noisy weapons, Miles might as well have his own. So Miles grabbed the gun and the random equipment taken from the body, he didn't know what it all was; but it was his for now. As to the Gamma sign his partner had carved. Probably just a calling card. Equipment taken 2x MagSec 9: The only solid ammunition handgun Raven's ever been seen with, the MagSec 9 is his creation. He uses Pax Guass components as the base, but the weapon's design - which looks like an 'L' due to the foot long barrel - is his. Its guass nature makes it heavy and bulky, with a bulky, square barrel, with a six inch long, thick, rectangular handle that holds a magazine loaded with nine rounds of 14mm hollow point sticking out of the handle. The quantum power pack is above the handle on the back end of the pistol, around the area where the hammer and ejection chamber would be, if it required such. A helix ring magbarrel design also gives each round a speed of mach six, and an extremely hard impact that can shred the innards, as hollow points are designed to do. Raven carries four extra magazines on his belts. 3x Pax Guass Standard Issue Combat Knife: At over a foot long, and more than 2 pounds in weight, the PG-CKmk92 is more a short sword than a knife. These black blades of Adamantium12 are quite possibly the most useful knives ever developed. Microlite-forged, these blades boast an edge-thickness of no more than two microns. Never needing to be sharpened, the metal is both too hard, and edge too sharp to be dulled. The edge is so dangerous that each model comes with its own instructional recording informing the user of what to do, and what not to do in order to keep their limbs safe and sound. Fed by a small quantum pack and micro-technology in the handle, the knife sports multiple features including a compass, GPS tracking with floating hologram readouts, and a tazer-blade feature meant to add extra force and pain to whatever it is you choose to swipe or stab at. The tazer function comes in four settings - stun, stop your heart, start a fire, and soil yourself - and they can be controlled with a small dial-stud located edging the holographic emitter embedded into the pommel of the handle. 3x PG Standard-issue Incindiary Grenades: Containing a modified Nitrolthe-thermite charge, the grenade can be thrown to explode on impact in a fiery cloud of metal-melting fury. The device can also be electromagnetically primed to stick to vehicles or captured enemy artillery and direct the explosive into the vehicle or captured artillery as a fiery jet that cuts through even the most heat-resistant armors like a hot poker through butter.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:28 am
"It's my name."
Gamma gave a gestural nod to the gamma on the wall and the bloody-handprint smiley face below it. Stooping by the corpse, Gamma wiped his hands off on what little unbloodied clothing there was.
Then the hands went immediately for a jacket pocket that was ******** damnit."
That sad face mask made angry noises when Gamma realized he still hadn't bought any smokes. He went through the marketplace twice, and still didn't get any.
"I figure I should ask your names, too." Some kind of formality that was the last thing on his mind. In fact, he wasn't waiting for the response, as he trudged off.
Cigarettes were on his mind. arrow Marketplace.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:32 am
"Miles."
He was short in his words and he kept a slow but steady walk behind his partner. That chainsaw was pretty intimidating and the fact that he was working with someone that could use such a weapon well made this entire event well worth it.
Though he did regret never picking up those purses. Who knows how much money he could have gained from that simple act.
arrow Marketplace
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