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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:39 pm
((I'll admit I could have done better with it, but you just put us both into a world of hurt.))
Fischig's eyes went wide as the hose of the fuel tank was cut. Leathal promethium gas leaked, the fire which had burned lit the now spewing fuel and both combatants where consumed in the flames that licked at them. Not wishing to die Fischig was doing all he could do to stop the fire. Rushing from alley he dropped the tank which had been cut. Flames trailed behind him as he crashed to the ground, rolling to put out the fire as his mind tried to rush what ever it could to dampen the flame. Burned as he was he glanced back to the alley consumed in flame, the walls catching fire.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:44 pm
Shara paused when she heard the bang of a sniper rifle. Hoping it hadn't been aimed near her or Nevin, she made a dash forward to the opening of the alley in which the fight was happening. She imediatly jumped backwards as flames exploded and an armored figure came rolling out. Flatening against the wall next to the alley, Shara had to focus not to let the bullet jump from her hand at random. She fixed her vision on the armored figure. If it made any sudden motions towards her, she wanted to know.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:44 pm
Psyche fired again this time her aim steady. With the robot engulfed in flames this was a crucial point. She took three shots, all pointing towards the armored chest and shoulders in an attempt to force him back. The smoke was interfering with her sight but she kept it focused able to note the small outline of the mechanical opponent.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:45 pm
"Yes, I know. If you would kindly turn the dial on your communicator to channel nine, you can speak with the rest of our team."
Alan hopped down from the roof and waved to the mech as he ran back down the one block to the battlefield. He saw Fischig lying outside of the alleyway, and the alleyway wreathed in flames. Since the robot was nowhere in sight he took a wild guess and threw a flashbang into the flames. The smoke would block the flash, but the sound would still go off.
He shouted to the girl who was holding a bullet and staring at Fischig. "Nevin says you two are on our team now!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:45 pm
((Yes. Yes, I did. cool ))
Macro 3's body was a blur of movement as it hopped up the side of the wall, landing on the rooftop previously occupied by Alan. Large sections of its body were fused, and as it expelled each section piece by piece- thunk, thunk, thunk- its size began to shrink. When it was done, it was about four foot three, and looked more like a little goblin than a monster of modern technology. Taking a moment to get its barings, it turned its body to face Psyche. With a running charge, it condensed its body to half its height, then lengthened again, acting as a spring to propel itself all the way across the street and towards Psyche's position.
Its body took the form of a ball as it flew for the woman.
[Addendum]
As Psyche shot at the flaming machine, she could hear the sound of her bullets hitting, but when it jumped from the flame, no additional bulletwounds were visible.
[Addendum the Second]
While Macro was poised to attack, its aim was off due to a misread in its sensors, and it would not actually hit Psyche as it flew towards her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:51 pm
His body was bathed in pain, what ever hair he once had was gone and the electronics of his headset fused to the side of his helm. Burned all over the clothes which had covered his armour had turned to ash. The armour despite showed very little of the inferno it had just went through, a testament to it's lasting power, even if the person inside it would not always last. Rising unsteady to his feet he squinted. Grasping about his body he found that his equipment had fallen away. Crouching down was just as painful but he found what he was looking for. The scorched reamins of his flamer and one of his spare tanks. Setting about the slow process of reloading which was made even slower due to the pain only through bull head determination was he able to attach the hunderslung tank beneath the weapon. Trembeling, the barrel of the weapon waves about as his eyes opened wider to take in the world of smoke.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:54 pm
Psyche's head raised up the second after she fired her last shot of the three. Wasting no time on words of annoyance she rose up backwards pulling the strap of her rifle over her shoulder. Her mind was quick in acessing the knowledge of the building and it's neighbors. Her feet padded the roof top in light steps as she ran at a hot speed. Diving for the side to her right, she broke through the window across. The span between the two was short enough for her to get a good break through the glass as she shielded her eyes with her free hand.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:54 pm
Nevin saw the waving figure and complied, clicking a small dial to "9". He flicked his sensors on just in time to catch a swiftly changing form he guessed was the robot heading off in another direction. It was damn fast. Nevin knew that he would need something to hold it still while he got his heavy weaponry off. Still, he started the lockdown sequence and metal parts clanked into new positions, creating a rotating turret supported by the interlocked legs. Now, if only that thing would stop moving...
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:55 pm
Alan ran to the stirring priest. "Come on, get away from that alley." He started to grab him and attempt to drag him, but the heat coming from the armor stopped him.
"Give me the flamer."
Seeing as Fischig was in no shape to protest, Alan took the weapon and slung it across his back. He let the gun hang as he climbed back up the building, following the streak of metal he had seen seconds earlier.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:58 pm
Relinquishing his weapon he looked about him, all the weapons he had claimed save those he had brought where no more, ruined in the fire which has bathed him. Turning he spotted the person looking at him. Motioning towards her he pointed towards the fire in the alley he had come from. Already the fire was spreading along the block and it would only be a matter of time tell something truly horrible happened.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 3:01 pm
Seeing the robot as it lept to a building across from her, Shara instinctivly opened her hand and let the spell fire the bullet towards it. Staggering and cursing herself for not stopping to aim, Shara pulled another bullet from her pocket. She watched as Alan took the armored figures weapon, and noted the direction he headed in as she was catching her breath. At the armored figues motion, she realized that she was also in danger of becoming roasted.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 3:02 pm
((I hope Lithisia doesn't have anything planned, for now I post.))
Macro hit the ground and immediately took a canine-type form, turning in Psyche's direction and pursuing on all fours. Psyche had a good head-start, but Macro 3 was fast. She dived through the window, and Macro dived a second after her, its head turned into a spike that it apparently planned to ram into her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 3:05 pm
"God this guy moves too much."
Alan slid down off the building and ran to the only door out of the building the two were in.
"Psyche, get out the door. When he follows I'll toast him."
He set himself outside the door against the wall so he could not be seen from anywhere inside.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 3:08 pm
Nevin, listening, decided that this was a good time to jump in. "I can help. Get her out quickly and I might be able to..." he thought for a split second. "Might be able to bring part of the building down." He sighed and shrugged. That sounded so lame. What they wanted now were fast, direct hits, he just knew it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 3:09 pm
Rolling partly, Psyche ignored the small splinters of glass in her arm and scrambled to her feet. She broke through the door and made a sharp turn to the left just barely missing the spike that came after her. Letting off about five more shots she was pushed back by the recoil and teetered on the edge of some steps with a second plateform a few feet down. Tumbling down them, her decent rate increased as she gave a small push off one of the steps with her feet. Cradling her head instinctively she came barreling out the front door onto her stomach and a sicking crack coming from her ribs. Seeing Alan ready, she once more scurried out of the way holding her empty hand to her ribs.
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