Soundtrack wrote:Mommy! Can I go out and//KILL TONIGHT!!!
The "big elf" grunts out an obvious insult, directed at Bushwack: "Wineg goronit..." Of course Bushwack ignores the insult and dances over to absolutely pulverize the mage, reducing the once-person to a pancake clinging to life only because of a giant troll humanitarian.TIME STAMP wrote: //Location:Tacoma/Seattle Metroplex/UCAS
//Time: <2245:50/2075-01-05> Combat round 3
//Weather: <Heavy Downpour, 5.6C, Wind SE 22kph, feels like 0C>
//Air Quality: <Moderate (Yellow), Precipitation pH 3>
Shrike executes a perfectly placed group of shots into the invisible elf's center of mass. Like magic, the enemy elf becomes visible! He also throws out insults, but to Shrike: "Goronagit, race traitor." The gun then slips in the water bounces off the building and lands in a puddle on his butt. Shrike shoots him again. He falls down, blood trickling from his mouth.
Besides the big guy, the other remaining elf takes shot at Bushwack. Though carefully aimed, it misses by a country mile.
Ever steadfast in his aim, Mulpa plugs away at the big elf. One hit, two hit, three hit, oh wait, Shrike got the three hit, and the big elf goes down. In the process his finger contracts in a death spasm and his assault rifle shoots the rest of its magazine off in a random hail of fire. That random hail of fire catches his lone remaining compatriot. Errant shots stitch a bloody trail up to the elf's head, murdering him and scattering jaw bone across the pavement. Keep your enemies close and your friends closer indeed.
Tupla retreats to the partial safety of solid metal crane legs, which is smart. No one will hold it against, him.
Wraith has much success with the door, but maybe needs five or ten more seconds to get it open. "Almost there," would be the appropriate words to say when anyone asks how she's doing. And it wouldn't even be a lie!
Yay! We won! The elves are dead!
Oh, is that a drone?
What are you doing?