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 Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 12:09 pm
((I don't know how much time has past since the conversation before, but I'd assume Kalis went back into the kitchen where he had been. Probably just to get away from the sounds and business and make himself a snack. And look for a phonebook again, to find who can craft a weapon.))
Gunfire was not a happy sound.
Shouting at people to leave, fighting, ect, were not good sounds.
Kalis spat out what sandwhich was in his mouth with a muffled curse, wiping his mouth and running from where he had been sitting in the kitchen, staying away from the noise and pondering where he'd keep a phonebook in a resteraunt, stopping by the door out of the kitchen to the employee side of the bar. He kicked it open, and stuck his head out with every intention of pulling it back and shouting something along the lines of "Oh s**t" as bullets wizzed in, but no bullets came, and he didn't see any drawn guns.
What he did see was two guys by some body- a disolving lump of a body? What?- and Athan running straight for one.
Well, that kind of killed the usually preferable strategy of using bouncers, the usual crowd, and homefield advantage to scare unruly patrons out of a bar in a tough spot. Kalis plowed straight through the door, ducking down by the bar, watching the room and snatching out a bottle of whatever alchoholic product was kept right by the door in either hand, getting himself ready to jump straight over the bar as opposed to going around, hand with bottles down at his side behind cover of the bar.
He had a guess what was going on, but there was no point at winging bottles of booze all over the place on a hunch.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 12:13 pm
Gamma wasn't doing anything all that involved. Watching as said corpse dissolved and put a hole in the floor. Which was more than a little gross. Then one of the other patrons tried to take his brother by surprise who was trying to get some money out of the body.
Being at Gammu's side, one of his long arms went out to the chair Gammu had just been sitting in. With little movement Gamma moved to over and into Gammu, a hefty hip check to the shoulders. More of a thigh check because Gamma was too tall for otherwise.
Gammu would probably slip to the side from the force and follow through with effort. And that chair Gamma had would wind up from the left. Coming high from a diagonal of up/left to whatever body part Athan had presented. Hopefully these chairs were sturdy.
Maybe he'd knock Athan into the body hole. With the acids being gone by now it'd be pretty gross. And funny.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 12:22 pm
"That little ********. Didn't even have the grace to die."
Uttering his curse Gammu was then struck in his shoulders; but rolled with it. Shifting his weight he tumbled onto his back but his hands where there to catch him and put him back on his feet.
Seeing Gamma taking care of the one Gammu turned to the stairs. There weren't all that many people in the place; but that's where most of them had moved towards of late. Just standing there he glared at Owle.
"Stop."
To emphasis his point he drew his knife.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 4:28 pm
First, Gammu just had to be kicked out of the way. Second, there was a goddamn chair heading right at his face. Two things that generally didn't go well with one another. Now, Athan was a sturdy guy, of that there was no doubt, and a chair swung by one hand probably didn't carry a whole lot of force.
That still didn't change the fact that the chair struck seat-first right into his lowered head, the corner of the chair catching his nose and crushing it inwards. The blunt impact was enough to stall a lot of Athan's forward momentum, but the heavy man would just continue forward, probably shattering the chair, which, judging by most user manuals, was not meant to be used for combat.
When he hit the ground he would simply skid along his stomach, hands sprawled out at his sides. His nose was already bleeding rather profusely, so when he pushed himself up to a standing position, two small rivers were already beginning to flow from nostrils to mouth.
He wiped the excess blood away with the back of his hand, then looked up to the man with the broken chair. If he didn't look upset before, he did now.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 9:55 am
Yeah. A knife. From....what, a meter or two away? Real threatening. You gonna throw that at me, boy?
The thought wasn't broadcast, but Owle made her point by taking two paces forward. Two paces that handily put her outside the range of Jack's anti-magical field, though she was still about three feet away from Gammu. It was in range for a good lunging strike, but if Jack came no closer Gammu wouldn't manage to hit her. And even if Jack came closer, well...
Owle had gone toe to toe with the god of death himself. Did he think a man with a knife could scare her? It was an odd contrast to her behavior before, when she'd hidden from them when they were unarmed and obviously drunk.
"Out of my bar," she repeated. "Unless you want me to rip your minds to itty bitty shreds, I suggest you get out of my bar."
Deadpan.
Only as brave as she needed to be. Owle didn't feel fear when it came to an actual crisis, so long as there was a course of action to take that could solve it. There would be time to feel fear later, when everything had settled down and she didn't have to be anything but a scared little girl anymore.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 10:05 am
One was brandishing a knife at Owle, the other a broken chair leg at Athan. Neither was the smartest thing to do in the situation. But Gamma was closer to her, so he was going to get the fire she'd been storing up.
Skimming over the tabletops and probably setting a couple of chairs on fire on the way, a strong fireball went on a beeline for Gamma's head and upper torso. It was about two and a half feet in diameter, so Athan might be in danger of catching the edge of it. If it hit full on, it had enough force to knock a man over.
Flare slid her rapier free from its sheath, and prepared to advance into melee.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 10:06 am
Jack continued to wait. He really didn't want anymore damage to be done to the Tavern than need be. The ex-marine clenched his teeth, patience not being one of his best strong suits.
However.
As a bouncer, Jack knew his first priority was to make sure the Tavern was still standing. Second priority was to beat the s**t out of rulebreakers and force them out.
Sigh.
The tough man waited.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 2:15 pm
Gamma dropped want little remained of the chair after exploding against Athan's face. And instead of immediately following through, grabbing Athan, and doing all kinds of mean things, Gamma's upper half was blasted with heat.
Pitching himself down while his hands shot to his jacket collar and pulled it up over and off of his shoulders. Sort of the built-in reaction to HOLY s**t FIRE. Gamma's short, stubby brown hair would be significantly blacker and the room would smell like burnt hair.
As for the suit jacket, well, it wasn't flammable. Woven plastic for durability and it just being easier to clean.
Spinning around to try and find whoever was carrying the flamethrower, Gamma advanced quickly as Athan was lifting himself from the ground. Stepping over and driving hard rubber boot heels up his back, neck, and finally stomping his head back to the ground.
Then just rushing to meet Flare, baring his teeth in a feral scowl of beastly hate. White dress shirt, dark green tie, cross-over shoulder holster with a pistol under one and and a knife sheathed under his left.
Was he using either? No. Gamma had his jacket held low and ready with both hands.
Always bring a coat to a sword fight.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 2:23 pm
Never bring a knife to a gun fight was an old saying and one Gammu pretty much believed in; but sometimes there was just too much of a disparity between individuals that using a knife was a way to make things more interesting.
When Owle crossed those two steps Gammu didn't give her the chance to talk. No, lunged forward. Not with a thrust; but with a shoulder check. Gammu had shifted his weight to turn his shoulder to face Owle and was doing it even as words began to babble from her mouth.
As he did so he reversed the grip on his knife. Bloodying this one wouldn't be the best thing he could do; but teaching her a lesson would be. With the hilt of the blade he jabbed it towards her stomach.
Gammu didn't know about the anti-magic field; but his tackle probably sent her back a bit. The sheer difference in mass would take care of that. Snarling as he crashed into her glared.
"You could have ended this peacefully; but no, you had to escalate the violence."
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 3:29 pm
Anti-magic field? Transformation, all of the rest, just what?
Kalis just knew there were too guys attacking some acquaintances and a friend, and it looked like he'd missed the part where talking would change things.
He turned the bottle over and flung the first poor alchoholic beverage-to-be end over end at the first one's back, aiming high but not quite at the head, as he went to step on Athan, and pressed the freed hand ontop the bar, jumping himself over, and making a move after the one by the stairs.
Not a shout, word, or sound, until the sound of that last footfall was close enought to reach the man over the sound the fighting in general was kicking up. Kalis' hand raked down the back of Gammu's head as he grasping at the back of his coat and shirt collar quickly as he could get the hand on.
Then smashed the other bottle full of alchohol over the back of his head, letting go as it broke and grabbing the man's side with it, the right on the collar already pulling back and over. That would be accompanied by a fair amount of general tough-noises.
Attempt to pull him off his feet and follow through to slam his head on the wall they were within a step of. And try to do it again, and again, and again, dug in and holding onto the two handfuls of coat and shirt tight. Kalis didn't want to give the guy with a knife to recover from any of the blows to the head before he was getting another one, much less turn around on him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 3:34 pm
And when Owle saw him move, she refrained from even opening her mouth. Did you think she would take her eyes off him, or drop her guard when preparing her little speech?
As he lunged she shifted, black liquid melting her body down into a one and a half foot diameter ball of hard scales. His shoulder would meet air, and his feet would most likely trip over her...probably cutting off anything he had to say as Kalis jumped on top of him.
If he tripped over her, it would probably roll her into the anti-magical field and she would be stuck, unable to even cry for help. If he didn't, well...she didn't have much to say at the moment, anyway.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 3:39 pm
Flare stared at him. Stared at the jacket.
Taunting me?
Her hands began to glow again, and she still held her rapier at the ready. But with her free right hand she opened the door to the Firebrand and stepped outside, holding it open like a gentleman for her opponent.
"Shall we dance?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 4:18 pm
Jack Handy's boots left the steps, coming back down where Owle was and off to the side. His left hand carried a marine saber in a swipe at the drunkard's right hip. The diamond bladed edge of the saber would likely sting a lot if it cut. It was only brushing though, nothing aimed to be vital.
Jack's right hand carried the ka-bar high and it weaved in a protective manner with the tip facing outwards to the drunk.
The saber strike would most likely hit the drunkard as he was passing, since he was charging forward. Jack would rotate on his heels to follow as Owle was a thorny thing on the ground.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 9:28 pm
Fenrir Fenix Spinning around to try and find whoever was carrying the flamethrower, Gamma advanced quickly as Athan was lifting himself from the ground. Stepping over and driving hard rubber boot heels up his back... Athan wasn't the kind of person to take things lieing down, figuratively or not. The moment the force offered by the man's heel pushed him to the ground again, Athan grunted and pushed up with as much force as he could muster. Given the weight of even an obese man, this force would be enough to push Athan and passenger straight upwards, giving him just enough leeway to tuck his legs underneath him regardless of a presence on his back. Since his back wasn't exactly flat, the combination of awkward positioning, Gamma's body being in mid-stride, and the unexpected upward motion would have probably been more than enough to cause Gamma to topple over sideways as Athan's feet came underneath him and he took a couple quick steps forward to avoid any quick retaliation. He turned around, now a few feet to the left and in front of Flare. "Nobody uses me as a doormat, pal. Not even people stupid enough to hit me with a chair."
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 10:16 pm
His target had vanished? No, she shrunk; ******** shape changers. That agitated Gammu as his lunge was finding no resistance to transfer his momentum. Then a blessing of sorts came.
A hand grabbed the back of his collar. Jerked back as he was Gammu went with the motion, pivoting his right foot he used that little pull to shift his weight and swung his knife backwards as he turned.
If Kalis wasn't lucky he'd end up with a deep knife wound in his side. Turning and stepping back the way he came the bottle smashed down on his left shoulder, Gammu leaning to his right lessened the blow by increasing the duration of contact and surface area as the bottle slid down his left arm.
Completing his turn Gammu faced Kalis and saw Jack over his shoulder sweeping his weapon. Stepping forward to close any distance between the two Gammu would then shove Kalis back wards. Jack's slash would have been completed but pushing Kalis had some benefits.
One, he was likely to trip over Owle and crash into Jack who was right by her ball form.
Two, if the knife was still in bedded he would be able to free it.
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