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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 15, 2020 22:55:10 GMT -8
The first loader ran behind cover, next to the other as they got their weapons out. The initial one who didn't panic at Kai's appearance seemed to be the one with experience, having the gun aimed and ready.
As the shot is fired, the noise is unmistakable, thundering through the closed space and causing the ears to ring.
The Mirrorskin failed to grab at the kid. Fawkes looks ready for violence.
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Post by Kai Rose on Dec 15, 2020 23:03:04 GMT -8
He's quick, but the Polychromatic is faster. Kai is already moving, rushing toward cover of her own to drag the shooter's weapon into line roughly with his own people. The guy with the gun aimed, tracked along and fired --
-- his weapon into his boy.
Let them make of that what they would. Maybe they'd think he was turning on them. Whatever.
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Post by Oren on Dec 17, 2020 4:00:26 GMT -8
Kai was clearing a path. Oren relied on his pointed, targeted vision and spent most of his time not getting shot, looking for the best way forward given all of the...ordnance.
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 17, 2020 9:45:27 GMT -8
True to the warning the raid predicted, the gangsters appeared to have rifles more suited for military combat than close quarter turf wars. The SMG rattled off in quick succession, followed by shouts of alarm as the other loader close to Kai collapsed in a heap, clutching at the multiple wounds that wasn't expected.
He blinked up at Kai as he fell into the open, face growing pale with shock at fear.
The one driving the forklift careened, the magic of Arcadia preventing the Wizened from being directly charged. The rack was knocked with a force that sent the product raining in a domino effect, several palettes falling around the wounded as Oren followed behind Kai's movement, skiing in the pooling blood to stab with the ornate weapon.
By sheer force of will, the man rolls away from the Elemental's blade, screaming in equal parts fear and effort. The chaos of the racks falling forces the three to move.
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Post by Kai Rose on Dec 17, 2020 11:31:47 GMT -8
The forklift struck the racks, raining product down upon them. She grit her teeth as she threw herself sideways by gymnastic reflex, darting out of the way of the falling product safely.
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Post by Fawkes on Dec 17, 2020 21:59:03 GMT -8
Outside, the mannequin watched as Oren swung at the kid, before simply charging inside after the other Summer courtier. There was a brief second as the two remaining stared at one another, before a loud ringing followed the symphonic gesture of the former composer.
The unlucky victim's screaming was lost in the thundering of interior gunfire and hundreds of pounds of falling product, holding his ruined eyes and firing blindly.
Fawkes turned his attention to the runner, shattered glass around the parking lot lifting and whirring in a building crescendo.
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Post by Kai Rose on Dec 17, 2020 22:12:17 GMT -8
The shooter in the open attracted Kai's attention, and she snapped her bow up, putting an arrow right down the center on the man who had not taken cover with expert accuracy. Another arrow was drawn with a snap and she moved to the opposite side of his buddy's cover, hunkering down to make him come out if he wanted to shoot her.
"Drop it. You're out of your league."
The arrow lodged deep in his friend's chest should have been his first clue.
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Post by Oren on Dec 19, 2020 9:47:07 GMT -8
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 19, 2020 10:27:08 GMT -8
The palettes smashed into the concrete with the force of several hundred pounds. The man who was shot multiple times, rolled out of the way of a rapier, and staying conscious finally ran out of luck; a pool of red and pink spraying outwards like a smashed paint can. Oren moved, skiing on the gore as he was bombarded. He couldn't tell you where he was hit: it felt like all over as welts promised to form, before a box whipped under his leg and he fell prone with a thud, becoming buried. His hand broke free from the edge of the pileup and he tried to pull himself out from the chaos. The leg muscle was damaged, screaming in protest.
The main's chest becomes a fountain as the arrow of light lodges directly in his sternum. As Kai drops her threat alongside the body, there's a quiet click in response, followed by panicked swearing as the grenade bounces off one of the jutting shattered palettes. The remaining gangster is forced to flee as the grenade goes off, sending him tumbling from the force.
The forklift operator moves, aiming to ram Oren from his stuck position. An alarm goes off.
And the lights are cut.
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Post by Oren on Dec 19, 2020 10:41:58 GMT -8
His leg screamed.
Get up! Up!!
He saw the long, thin arms of the forklit before the lights were cut. His window was not as wide as he would have liked. But Oren did not need his eyes. It would be both pain and fury that freed him from the industrial tomb, and an Arcadian thrum that roared in his skull and bristled along his skin. All it could give him was a pathetic hobble.
I'm coming for you.
He sheathed his blade and withdrew his dagger. He couldn't rely on fancy footwork. He needed to strike fast. And deep.
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Post by Kai Rose on Dec 19, 2020 10:54:02 GMT -8
Was that a grenade? Jesus Christ. These guys really did have Summer's arsenal, didn't they?
She saw Oren digging himself out from what looked like a nasty burial in warehouse goods. The driver of the forklift was coming about, getting ready to spear the Elemental. Lowering her profile to keep the cover between her and the grenadier, she rotated and angled her bow, firing a shot through the darkness that speared the driver through the back of his seat.
Then, she moved to the next cover in the darkness. Staying where she was was just begging for another grenade.
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 19, 2020 11:08:01 GMT -8
As Oren pries himself from the pile, he sees the silhouette of the forklift driver setting up for the charge, his slow gait putting him in a position of extreme vulnerability.
Fuck.
A streak of light rips through the dark as the electricity cuts, popping in a halo of red and fractal prisms in the driver's seat. The forklift kept going with the dead weight, ramming a meter from the escaping Elemental.
Kai watched as the Grenadier Wannabe fled under the cloak of darkness, following a similar strategy as herself as he travelled from cover, calling out to the rest of the splinter gang.
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Post by Oren on Dec 19, 2020 11:16:58 GMT -8
He whispered for Kai. "Stick to me and the shade."
Physical limitation forced him to settle, to take in his surroundings and act with poise. He clung to shadow and asked his partner to do the same, to advance like the crack of a whip and dive deeper into the lion's den.
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Post by Kai Rose on Dec 19, 2020 11:21:13 GMT -8
Kai nodded, putting her hand on his shoulder as she moved with him. A bit of pressure steered him toward the outer ring of the warehouse to use the cover as well as the darkness. She moved Glamour to bend light around her and render her invisible.
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 19, 2020 11:38:09 GMT -8
The alarm petered out, twisting the sound before it was snuffed. Another potion of the warehouse had the lights cut, and the angry and fearful chattering that echoed through the racks of the forming hunter party grew quiet. Oren worked mundane magic with the shadows, while the Polychromatic flexed the light around her, body going clear, to transparent, and finally bending perception completely too keep her out of the mind's eyes. There's a loud clang somewhere on the other end of the warehouse, where they had just moved from, and then the surge of feet. Flashes of light from the gun muzzle flashes, as the echo of bullets rings across the enclosed space, followed by bubbling screams drowned out by a pulse of chimerical music and humming. More racks go down, spilling contents across the floor, and the sound advances. Oren stops at a maintenance closet, with what appears to be a gun safe large enough to fit a person. The Call of the Hunt pulls him towards it, indicating the location of the Gate where his mark lay. |
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