Lars looked behind, and then jerked his head forward as he scrambled to the front— "Sergeant—evasive maneuvers. With haste.", as Liman scrolled through their inventory and flicked on a switch, furiously tapping. "Come on, come on, come on—", a small box on the roof popping open and a targeting laser attempted to perform impromptu missile defense work.
With a jerk, Osvald slammed the wheels to the side and made a sharp swerve in an attempt to avoid the missile, while the lasers attempted to burn through the casing of the missile and detonate the warhead prematurely with varying accuracy and low precision.
всегда веренNyaru notices the running people from afar, given his point of view, and starts slowly descending down towards the Technician... as-if-accidentally losing sight of the weeping policemen that he was supposed to keep at bay.
(@Team) Nyaru: I assume you've found some of his belongings. ~as he lands, subtle transparent wings manifest behind him for a second.~ ...And you know what to do with it.
"Oh shit!" - No Name doesn't say it out loud as he changes his target from the drone to the missile at the last moment and lets loose the string. Hrunting launches as a warhead would.
Road Kill
-The dragon mans telekensis, slows the missile down just enough for Hrunting to hit it full blast-
-The jeeps rapid swerve, keeping most of the impact debris away, only a single one impacting the windscreen and cracking it-
-Subway entrance up ahead-
Brain Dead/Return
-Outside, the cops just at the edge of the return groups feild of vision begin to turn-
-And open fire on them-
-On the pluss side, they can see the downed technician-
-Six slowly starts to come down from the combat high-
Six: Well, shit. Guess that means we're on the run.
We need to find that warp core part so we can get the hell out of here.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."After hitting the missile, No Name whews and wipes some sweat off his forehead, then mutters to himself, though Quartz can hear him well enough.
No Name: Not the greatest way to begin a work day...
Hearing gunfire at the street, Hastur hastily leaves to check out the surroundings.
Nyaru meanwhile slowly turns around to face the wave of the robots and says in exasperated, though still playful tone.
(@Robits) Nyaru: Not me, them! ~points towards the house where Hastur and Roy are~ ... Oh well. Messing with an Outer God is a bad idea, you stupid cans. Time to score some strikes.
Inputting a few numbers on his phone, Nyaru starts floating an inch above ground and with broad, sweeping gestures starts assembling nearby junk and debris in a huge ball above his head.
edited 30th Aug '16 7:29:42 PM by TheRiddleOfCards

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