Shadow and Errant are UP; Spade stirs back to consciousness (this Turn's Action) but is Prone.
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Shadow and Errant are UP; Spade stirs back to consciousness (this Turn's Action) but is Prone.
Errant takes a shot towards Tug and backs himself towards the door. Close combat wasn't going to be fun at all.
1 Sux
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Shadow is UP
Errant's bullet grazes Tug, and it doesn't even earn him a dirty look.
Shadow does her best to drag Spade back inside, glaring and growling at the beings making their way onto the roof.
West said I could keep it... >.>
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Orphan is UP.
Tug's Armor is 4, Def is 3.
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While moving back toward the stairs, Orphan deftly flips his katana to his right hand and slashes at Tug with an overhead kaburi strike... but slices nothing but air.
wow....that really sucks!
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Maybe it's Henry calling the pure, untainted beauty of the Wilds reminding Donnie Briggs of what he once was...
...or maybe it's just the irony of a lifetime spent avoiding direct conflict catching up with Henry.
Without a sound, the hulking figure steps toward the Guardian, lashing out with razor sharp claws. Flesh parts like butter, and bones splinter and break like kindling. Blood and entrails splatter in a five foot arc as Henry is eviscerated.
Henry takes 10L for a total of 4A2L
Spade, Shadow, & Errant are UP
Fucking A
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Orphan's eyes widen as Henry is savaged by the Abyss-tainted Tug. He sees his and the others' options narrowing to "nearly none."
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Light,
Peace,
Life,
Something nagged in the back of Spade's mind. It pulled, darring for his attention. He opened his eyes. Hell.
At first the world was blurly. BUt soon he saw again the dark roiling cloads abovem the mud filth water, starving people with guns, and a monster.
Some was draggin hom through all this, Spade's attempt to see who makes the world spin and his head hurt more. There was yelling. Movement, Blood. The monster that once was a Mage loomed over him. Beside him Spade saw a shotgun fall into the muddy roof. Tug pulled back his hand blood dripping down onto Spade. SOme one had just died.
Who ever had pulled Spade fromthe brink had just died. Spade wanteed to lash out, to take vengence with heat and earth.
No, Magic was useless. Here, at least the magic Spade knew was useless. Spade was a builder, a supernal workman, even in the months past spade had stayed back from the battles, doing what he could else where. Now he wished he had enough know-how to wipe Tug from the face of the planet. But he would have to live
Matter Shield
Spade lays out an Imago. Aligning the matrices of the water and air around Spade to protect him from harm. His hands crafting the very air to do this simple task. Tug may come for him next, but Spade would not let it be easy.
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Shadow? Errant?
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