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 Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:56 pm
Teeth ground together as a piping hot thing was pressed up against his leg. Not even for someone as tough as Athan was this ******** hurt, he could smell his own flesh burning, and he was even more angry than before. He didn't see the man at the bar taking aim at his prone form, but he wasn't about to be prone for long. From this point, Athan had two options. One, was push himself up, brace on the wounded and now burning leg, and punch the b*****d that was doing this to him, or two, attempt to crawl away, stand up, and punch the b*****d that was doing this to him.
He pushed up with his right arm, strained his left leg, kicking it against the base of the toppled table that had caused him to fall down earlier. Then roughly yanked his leg away from the barrel of the gun, leaving a nice long bright red burn mark, as well as some bits of blood, all the way down the exposed leg before he was able to pry it away. He crawled a foot, used his left leg to try and propel himself upright, then tried to set his right foot down.
Searing pain as the bullet lodged inside his leg interfered with critical muscle contractions, and he entered the sort of 'my leg ******** hurts, so I'm going to favor it now' pose as he put the majority of his weight on his left leg, turning to face Gamma yet again. This time, his jaw was set as he attempted to hide any visible sign of weakness.
Aside from the favoring of the leg, thing.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:01 pm
Crack
Crack
Crack Jack winces as he goes flying through three rafter beams, surely weakening the integrity of the roof. That gun and him were going to be bringing down the house of that kept him. End slow motion. Jack falls down to the floor before the door, and dives behind the nearest cover.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:09 pm
((someone please kill this guy, he's really not important in any way whatsoever...))
The drunkard blinked in awe as the man he had shot at, what was it, DEFLECTED the bullet with his fist! It was like from some commando show he'd watched a couple of days ago. He grinned nastily and followed pursuit with his weapon, firing as soon as he caught the man between the aiming pins.
He had 4 shots left, and he was standing out in the open, insane and obviously disturbed.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:13 pm
The only shots she could see being fired were the ones from Gamma's gun. Flare began to crawl out from under the table, taking stock of the firearms in the room.
The man at the bar, a wild card, pointing at either Athan or Gamma, it was hard to be sure. Jack, pointing in the same direction before Gamma opened fire on him.
Melee was a bad place to be.
It was also the only place to be if she wanted to keep Athan from getting the s**t beat out of him. Not that the big man wasn't doing fine on his own, but the fewer hospital bills she had to pay to get him ready for HoH on time the better. So Flare spent her time manuevering to a place where Gamma and Athan would be between her and the drunken trucker's line of fire.
Then she stood, rapier in hand and staring menacingly at Gamma.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:35 am
Fenrir Fenix Things in the Firebrand have turned into a Damn Yankees music video. Guitars stopping bullets and all. Aside from the iron slugs carrying greatly multiplied force (Mass, acceleration, etc. See: Hypervelocity) than vibrating air, and moving over the speed of sound, there was a pretty good chance that mere wood would still be shredded like paper. Which is also wood. ((Right-o, time to address my blatant mistakes. Paul's guitar stuff began as soon as he saw the gun being drawn, which is speed of light. The speed of sound should've had enough time to catch up. That, and it's a magical ability, so normal physics is gonna be a bit broken and bruised by the time Paul's done. Also note that Paul slowed the bullets enough that he could dodge, instead of stopping them outright. And the thing about the table...that was Paul's blatant sarcasm. Of course the table was ripped to shreds. I was kind of hoping that a table would be enough to provide decent cover against auto-fire...guess I was hoping a bit too much. /rant)) Paul sits behind the table, trying to calm himself to the point where he can make another attempt to sway the emotions of the listeners. The crashes and angry shouts combined with gunfire do little to help this, but Paul's had to concentrate in louder places than this. Then suddenly from behind the table, an acoustic chord ripples gently from the guitar... Hear Me...Feel Me... This ability is linked to Chords of Power. Hear Me...Feel Me... allows the user to put strong emotional overtones into their music, which occasionally sway the emotions of the listener. Desperately fighting to keep his own emotions in check, Paul plays a quiet and calming piece, though louder than he normally would because of the melee. The notes linger on the air as he pours his will into the music, trying as hard as he can to create an atmosphere of peace so everyone could calm down and talk.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 5:48 pm
Kalis was still doing exactly what he had been doing the entire time he'd been hanging onto Gammu's back, pulling himself up tight as he could agaisnt it. Hanging onto his back, pulling himself up as tight as he could against it. So when his leg struck, and the other man turned, the turning of the larger man and lack of having his own hands dug in real tight would mean he pulled himself along with the turn, dragging around on his back as they went until he was on the side facing the stairs and Gammu was out toward the rest of the bar again, dropping the beer bottle as they spun.
First reaction was to get a good foothold, despite the dangers of staying somplace, so without thinking he clamped the empty hand on the belt of the man turning him about, digging in his feet. For a second they'd not make a very good purchase, height difference, motion on-going or just ending, all considered.
Then they'd suddenly stick to the ground as if bolted, and in a smooth, absurd looking motion, Kalis would pick up the man by his two part grip, hauling him up and back at an angle to about 45 degrees. With the sudden burst of peculiar strength, it went in a single quick, smooth motion, despite effort showing on Kalis' face as he craned his head backwards with his body tilt in anticipation of action.
And without waiting for the man to kick him or pull the knife back, which would probably happen as he moved anyway, he slid the back foot forward, straightening his arms in one monumental heave.
And tossed Gammu up into the air, across the bar, not bothering to pick out what was in the flight path.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 8:31 pm
Kuroiten Paul's guitar stuff began as soon as he saw the gun being drawn, which is speed of light. ((No. Don't even try it if you don't know how it works. I was shooting at the table to collapse it out from under you. You could have just as easily avoided it by jumped out of the way/behind something when you saw the pistol clear. Still waiting on the Kichiro/Zetsumeii thing.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 8:42 pm
((I know!!
KICHIRO GET YOUR a** OVA HERE AND POST
Edit: 00ps my bad.
))
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 8:42 pm
"Ah... ******** squirted everywhere, and juicy sound could be heard. The bullet came in the back of his left leg, and out with Jack pulling it up to him behind the table and out of sight of the drunkard before anymore shots would land. Now his back was sore, hand was stinging, and he had a bullet hole going through one of his legs. Jack was not a happy camper.
Jack couldn't fire again with all the friendlies around, and he couldn't go into melee.
He was stuck behind a table, and a few fallen chairs. A dive could take him out a window, or out of the door. But than, he'd be leaving his allies.
...
Fuuuck.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 8:49 pm
The now 'deadly' man swiveled about, laughing his fat a** off as soon as he realized he had hit his target.
"AIN'T ANY OF YA BOYAHS WANNA COME ON OUT AN' FIGHT ME?!?!
DAMN SISSIES."
He quickly made concrete his challenge by sending a slug in the general direction of his current target, just wanting to scare the crap out of him hopefully and having him leave his cover.
Damn this guy was an idiot.
-=-=-=-=-=-=
Upstairs a figure stirred, being slowly awakened by the rustle below.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:06 pm
((In the interest of not making this scene any more complicated than this already is, I'm going to ask that people don't bring more than one character to this brawl.
Please. Once its over have as many characters as you want come into the Firebrand and view the aftermath, but while the brawl is going on keep to one character per person. I'd like this fight to end before HoH begins.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:13 pm
((Seconded. Don't need to Time Paradox your team any further. Any more holes put in Athan will confuse the hell out of the timeline.
Timelines do not enjoy being confused.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:23 pm
Hefted and thrown. Well that was okay, fighting Kalis had been growing dull and wasn't providing the entertainment it should have. Through the air he flew, didn't much matter to him.
Flying feet first, feet first into Flare who was facing Gamma. The collision would be a surprise to her as her concentration would be focused upon Gamma and her ears busy with the sound of gun fire and some daft fool playing the guitar.
At least Gammu still had his knife. Now if only he were as skilled as someone so poorly trained by the marines to be able to draw his gun in the middle of his flight.
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Owle Isohos rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:52 pm
Now that Jack was clear on the other side of the tavern, and so was Gamma come to think of...
Flare!
It wasn't much warning, but Owle noticed where Gammu was headed. Inwardly she was hoping it would be enough time for Flare to dodge, but even as she sent the thought Gammu was just about on top of her sister. At least the connection between them would keep Flare from being taken by total surprise...but would that really do her any good?
Owle didn't know, and the now completely transformed little bird was looking around the tavern with quick, panicky glances. She could feel the melody from Paul's guitar assaulting her mind, breaking down the many shields and barriers she had in place around it.
Purple shattered, leaving her surface thoughts bare to the music. Blue crumpled, leaving her senses open to any illusions caused by the melody. But this magic wasn't seeking her thoughts or her senses...it was digging deeper, toward a shield much deeper down, the strong orange that guarded Owle's emotions from tampering.
The music assaulted the green shield, the notes eddying and swirling about the glowing mental shield. But this shield, the guardian of her dreams and hopes and nightmares, was the strongest of them all. It held, leaving Owle anxious about the fate of her friends and fearful of what could happen next.
Athan seemed to be handling one man, and the other was going to have to be left for Flare to deal with. For now, anyway. That left the crazy drunk at
the bar, who was waving a gun around and aiming at...
"Jack!"
Her panicked shout would sound in his head as her little bird eyes noted that he was being shot at, and bleeding. That crazy fu - trucker was going to kill him if someone didn't stop him!
What to do what to do?
There isn't time Owle! If you don't act now he'll die!
I swore never to use my power on anyone again, not unless it was strictly necessary...
Do you see anyone else able to stop him?
Kalis...
...is unarmed against a gun.
Then I have to.
The trucker would never see what hit him, unless he was capable of sensing psionic energy. Only Owle and Flare would witness the host of ethereal snakes that burst from the sparrow's form, glowing a dim golden color and lashing out in vengeance. They dove, hissing and spitting, spiraling in madness toward the man at the bar...
He would suddenly feel as though someone had struck both his inner forearms, near the wrist. Such a blow would cause his fingers to open involuntarily, which in turn would cause him to lose his grip on his gun.
The sparrow chirped.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 11:14 pm
The man was only a simple-minded idiot with a mind as weak as pudding. The spell easily disarmed him, leaving him with a dirty mouth gaping open and a confused mindset.
If the spell had caused any pain, he hadn't felt it. He was DEAD drunk, liable to rage around until...well, until he was dead. He hadn't thought of the possibility of picking up his gun, and in an inhuman roar, he flipped out the knife from his belt and began to whip it around.
Although he really couldn't cause any collateral damage to his surroundings, he was still quite willing to kill everyone there, no matter the consequences. It was as if he was possessed.
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