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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:26 am
Hell no!
From her halfway to getting up position on the floor (on her hands and knees) Owle lunged at the cowboys legs with all the strength of an unarmed girl who never worked out and didn't have much in the way of combat training. Wrapping her arms around his pants as her body impacted him, she hoped her tackle would be enough to make him fall down again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:34 am
Coming to a stop on the main street, about 50 yards off from the fight, Brody looked for the source of the gunshots. Seeing the fight quickly, he started making his way that direction, made easier by the uneasy citizens moving away from the fight. Finaly getting a clear view of what was going on, he made his way catiously towards them.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:36 am
Rage didn't have time to argue with a gun to his stomach, but he did have time to bring his left blade to his side in an attempt to block the attack. This guy would just not give up...!
OWLE! When you're in that ball are you immune to fire! Need and answer, now!
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:39 am
"YES!" Owle shouted back, quickly, entangled somewhere in the cowboy's legs.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:50 am
Swords allowed the blades to clash, sending massive vibrations up Rage's swords into the man's arms. Rearing back again, he brought his weapon down towards Rage's head.
It was only a matter of time before he wore Rage out, or so went Swords' strategy.
Meanwhile, Guns found himself shaken by the woman's tackle. Cursing, he aimed his weapon down at her head, attempting to keep his balance.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:54 am
Screw the consequences... here goes nothing. "Owle! Ball! Now!"
"Out of the fat and into the fryer, guys," muttered Rage as Jammer began to glow from a dull red to a brilliant white. He let the blades clash, bringing his right arm down to his side and dropping low, cutting a circle in the ground around him. "FIREWALL!"
Within a split second, searing flames shot out from the ground all around Rage - and, with any luck, his proximity to both Guns and Swords would burn them to a crisp... or at least to incapacitation.
Either way the ferocity of the attack exhausted him.
((I have to go... weather this works or not. If it does, Owle... you're on your own until I get back, if I get back before I have to head to work.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:54 am
The fact of the matter was, that with her face buried in his boots, Owle couldn't exactly see the gun pointed at her head. All she knew was that he was wobbling, but hadn't toppled over yet.
Her arms now wrapped around his legs, Owle pulled, yanking his feet towards her. This would jerk him in the opposite direction of her push, a direction he must have been desperately trying to lean in if he was keeping his balance after her tackle.
Edit: Then Rage's voice would sound in her head, and whether her yanking worked or not, the woman would melt into the ball of scales once more.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:59 am
As the swordsman was in the middle of an attack, he was burned to a crisp, stumbling back as his grip on his blade released. Opening his palm, a shining marble fell to the ground, and he landed on his back. Quote: Defense DeficitColor: Light Purple Get +10 Defense, but suffer -5 Attack. The Defense bonus and Attack penalty go away when you take this off, so if you only have 10 Defense left, I'd advise leaving it on; alternatively, if you only have 5 Attack left, I'd advise not putting it on. Unless Rage's wall defended against kinetic attacks, the sword was still careening towards him, to be dealt with whenever Rage came out of defensive mode. Meanwhile, Guns was knocked off balance, but managed to roll away from the flames. He was at his feet in an instant, screaming at the top of his lungs. "YOU BASTARDS! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:06 pm
Owle felt the heat from the flames wash over her, and the scales looked charred but otherwise protected her. She emerged into her human form only to be greeted by a lone voice yelling.
"YOU BASTARDS! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"
Owle got to her feet, and started charging at the guy, ready to ram him again, this time with an arm reaching out for the bicep of the arm that held the gun. If her hand got close enough, a mythril knife would emerge from it, stabbing into the muscle. The strike, if it succeeded, would severely limit the motion of his arm.
What would probably happen, though, is that she'd see him point the gun at her and be forced to shift again to avoid getting shot.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:09 pm
Hearing the crazed screaming, Brody quickly assumed that the man shouting at the top of his lungs was the bad-guy. It also appeared that the other two had the situation under control, and so he was debating to move forward and offer help, or find something else to do, climbing to the top of the clock tower entirely forgotten.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:14 pm
Guns looked at Owle just in time to get stabbed in the right arm--which left his left arm, and the gun in that hand.
Now that they were in close proximity, he brought it up and pressed it against the underneath of her chin.
"Good. Night."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:20 pm
He had two guns? Oops.
Silly Owlie, and her not being able to make an effective strike with both arms at once.
"Good."
Her skin turned black and liquidy, every detail of her features outlined clearly in the gleaming, viscous goo.
"Night."
The liquid fell around the gun, Owle's features blurring and melting down as the liquid spiraled toward a point that seemed to center around her feet.
If he pulled the trigger, the bullet would hit air, while a scared, shaking black cat formed at his feet and darted between his legs, hoping to get behind him.
The knife had vanished into the woman's flesh, absorbed in that strange black liquid.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:26 pm
Seeing that Guns seemed to have a bit more control of the situation that previously expected, Brody started jogging their direction. "Yo, you ok?" He shouted this just as the purple haired woman disolved, and was taken back for a moment, until he noticed the black cat on the ground.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:26 pm
The bullet hit nothing but air, and the man looked around again, completely confused.
Now his rival was gone, and he didn't have anyone to murder for it. Slumping his shoulders in resignation, he went over to Swords' body and picked up the marble, shoving it into his pocket.
What to do, what to do?
His gaze fell on Brody.
Hm? neutral
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:33 pm
Except...Owle wasn't gone.
The black cat turned around, and kept pace behind the cowboy, watching as he picked up the marble and working up her nerve. He was going to kill more people she liked if she just let him walk away...
"I'm fine!" she shouted to Brody telepathically, even as the woman rematerialized behind Guns, stabbing him from behind with the mithril knife, aiming for his kidney.
She was trying to incapacitate him, not kill him. Killing people made her insides roil, and she wasn't about to commit such an act...even if she could have aimed for a more vital target.
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