As am I miss. As am I.
-The man dashes across to her faster than anyone, let alone someone of his age, should be able to, and scythes the woman's legs out from under her, sending her crashing to the floor-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.Modded Mecha: Sensors detect nearby threat. Threat analysis in progress.
-waits a few seconds-
Threat analysed.
-mech turns to to the team and the weapons begin to prime-
Meanwhile.
Naito: STRIKE!
- the mechs jump out at the saboteurs, taking them completely unawares. Four men are cut down by the mechs in the first two seconds after their arrival-
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Ashe? Really? Sad Little Try-hard."Starbird Two, I think I found Justice One. He went down on a relatively flat field, east of the forests."
"Understood Starbird Two. Cover him."
Starbird Two starts circling over the crashed ship and tries get radio contact with the pilot, with Starbird One approaching the area as well.
Where do you wanna' go from here, evacuation, try to make it out on foot?
A different shape every step I take A different mind every step of the line"I'm very sorry. As far as we know, they were all destroyed. We haven't heard of any survivors. Now, keep your head down, a chopper should be here soon to get you out. We'll stay with you."
Starbirds One and Two patrol the area around their downed colleague.
Goodnight.
A different shape every step I take A different mind every step of the lineI see what you did, Chabal.
-The old man brings a foot down hard on the woman's wrist. She loses her grip on the Naginata, and he kicks it out of reach-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.Shinshiro: -over the mechs' loudspeakers and comms- {I see you did require my help after all, Commander. I pray you've learned a valuable lesson from this debacle.}
-several Oni burst out of the foliage, wielding clubs and flechette launchers. They are accompanied by a full pack of Inugami and several tsuchigumo, all of whom are eyeing the saboteurs hungrily-
-the woman hisses as the old man brings his foot down on her wrist, then kicks him off and begins to attack with a flurry of chops, kicks and punches. Their intent is not to injure, but to dissuade, holding him off long enough for her to shout-
Tsukuyomi!
-and she is gone, as is her spear-
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The Danse Macabre Codex-Ihe Heavy's Russian ancestry, giving him an absurd resistance to damage, comes to. Seeing the Japanese forces about to surround his team, he boldly takes action.-
I WILL SAVE TEAM! Leetle men, you will wait for me to keel you!!
-Grabbing the Pyro and the engineer's by a leg, he charges down the beach, headed towards the modded mech.-
-The old man walks out from behind a bookcase in the Captain's quarters-
Old Man:Sirs, the woman has evaded me. I will pursue her, should she reappear on the ship.
Captain: Very well. I will keep the wards and barriers to the my quarters up until she has been located.
Bushman: Can I leave, Captain Adamson?
Captain Adamson: Not yet. Don't worry, you'll get back to the front line soon enough.
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.INCOMMIIIIING!!!
-The mech pilot, who had been heeding the call of Nature against his mech's leg, can only gape in horror as a giant man, carrying two others, barges towards him. The Heavy hurls the two bodies of his teammates under the mechshielded by it's thick legs, bowling over the pilot.-
YOU WILL HAVE TO WAIT YOUR TURNS, COWARDS!!!
-The Heavy then turns his attention to his comrades, the only way he knows how: Attempting to cram a sandvich into which a Dahlokohs bar has been inserted, in the Engineer's mouth.-
Eat, leetle wrench-man! Is good for you, full of good Russian steel and grit!
-The Engineer remains inert.-
Do not die, leetle man! Natascha is still waiting!
-Still no response.-
Leetle... man? Please Wake Up, comrade! Please...
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Shinshiro: Do not weep for your comrade, Russian; he has met his end in honourable combat.
-the crowd of youkai splits down the middle and kneels in fealty, allowing Shinshiro to pass between them. Seven feet tall even without the high-tech, magically-enhanced Samurai armour he wears, in full combat regalia he stands a head above the Heavy-
Shinshiro: I wonder, will you do the same?
-the General shouts something at one of the Oni, and the towering ogre tosses a simple sword at the Heavy's feet. Shinshiro gestures at the blade, even as he draws his own-
Shinshiro: Arm yourself, coward. We shall duel like men.
The Danse Macabre CodexHeavy: Go away, weakling! I am busy!
Spy: And I am assuredly not.
-Spy decloaks behind the general, holding his butterfly knife to his throat.-
Spy: As you can see, my friend here is in mourning. I am sure we can settle this like gentlemen.
-Picks up the sword, and gets in the en garde position.-
Well?
Shinshiro: Very well, then, Frenchman; I accept your acting as his proxy.
-Shinshiro brings his sword up to a ready position-
Shinshiro: Fight well, gaijin, or he will be mourning for two friends.
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The Danse Macabre Codex-Spy nods, then performs a lightning-quick slash in the air, testing the sword's weight and balance.-
Spy: It will not be said you used an unfair advantage against your opponents, general. I have rarely held such a fine blade.
-The Heavy's mind races, he does not want to lose his friend. But what can he do? If only Medic was here...
Do you seek help, son of the Rus?
-He ignores the voice in his head, he heard once before, long ago and far away. It still holds the same promises of power as it once did, but now those glorious images are dimmed by the fact that his friend will not be there beside him to upgrade his guns.-
I can return him to you, son of the Rus. You know this, you know what it is I am capable of...
QUIET!!!
Spy steals a glance at the Heavy. "Who is he speaking to?", he thinks. "No one is making a sound..."
You truly think you can handle this situation without me, son of the Rus? Your friend is dead, the other is getting there, and the last will be soon. When all three will be mine, they will danse and sing forever, will you not join me?
-He pushes The Voice aside, he must concentrate. Again he berates himself. Why did he volunteer instead of letting Medic come along? Then none of this would have happened. Yes, if only Medic were here, he could have healed Engineer as easily as... Engineer... healed his... machines...-
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-The team makes their way on the path uneventfully, until they arrive at another section of beach.-