Sinclair gently caressed his Accuracy International AW50 rifle as he took his place 25 meters away from his partner. He did this for two reasons, that if one of them were discovered the other could still function with their goal, and second that the next few shots of his rifle would blow any concept of stealth away from him in a few moments.
He took steady aim at the largest target he had available, a stone tower that probably served as a centerpoint for the first tier?s defensive line. Looking at the tower?s inhabitants through the rifle?s auramancer scope showed several beings active within the confines of the tower. Some sleeping. Others wide awake. He took note of a being in the center of the tower, apparently at a desk writing something, and then proceeded to aim his AW50.
The Black Nail aimed the rifle at the base of the tower, right at the point that weathered stone and snow met. He adjusted a knob on the rifle for .20 seconds, the knob itself labeled with the words auramancy at the bottom of the knob. He grabbed a .50 caliber round and overcharged it with as much Hellfire as he could, afterwards feeding it into the rifle with an audible click. He breathed slowly two times, then slowly pulled the trigger.
A frightening bolt of crimson energy burst from the barrel, burning through the winter sky with an almost audible scream as it quickly reached the base of the tower. The bullet would have hit the cold snow when the auramancy installed into the rifle activated. It took hold of the last person it?s user had noted, the man at his table, and the laws of magic reacted appropriately. The spell caused the bullet to spontaneously and, impossibly, change direction at the last moment, turning 75 degrees as it continued up into the tower.
The bullet pierced through a meter of solid stone, totally obliterating everything in it?s path, before it broke into pieces, the Hellfire causing structural instabilities within the round, causing it to break prematurely. However, the fragments continued moving at an insatiable speed, running up through the tower and touching more than 65 percent of it?s mass. With the fragments brought Hellfire, causing everything in their wake to burn and burn and burn in crimson fire, until what was left of the .50 round finally stopped and used up all their remaining energy at once.
The tower exploded, several metric tons of burning rock flying everywhere around the gulag. The rocks, burning with Hellfire, would come to rest all across the area, compromising defensive positions as the fire continued to burn out of control, the only thing possibly causing them to die at the will of the Thaumaturgist or extensive magic, which he doubted Drakona Zhivot?s defenses had.
He ejected the smoking shell from it?s chamber as he began to put another shell in, this time only partially charged with Thaumaturgy. The overcharged technique was only best for utter building destruction, and would not be ideal for the next shot. Sinclair activated the communicator attached to his ear.
?First strike successful, tower is destroyed. Second strike will involve the destruction of the wall to the tower?s west. Third strike will involve the destruction of an additional tower. Subsequent strikes would be focused on supplementary reinforcements for units on the ground.?
Typically, he would fire his rifle twice before changing position. Incredibly powerful though his AW50 may be, it still left a trail of destructive energy in it?s wake. He wouldn?t do that now however, they would still need several minutes to force artillery weaponry to focus on him, giving his allies more breathing room. Beyond that, he was still fairly confident of protecting himself from conventional warfare with his Thaumaturgy, for the short term at least. But the destructive power he represented would not likely go unchallenged, and Mercer would likely join the fray soon.
The Black Nail smiled ferally as he loosed another .50 caliber round. He had altered the bullet parameters such that it entered the middle of the wall and tore through it in a horizontal line. Multiple bullet fragments were left behind from the action, and when it finally exploded, the numerous fragments insured that the entire section of the wall disappeared in burning fire, allowing more of his team members easier access into the fortress.
He smirked. He wasn?t entirely certain on where Mercer was, and though he wanted to meet him in person, he realized that such an occurrence was impossible. The battle had to be won as quickly as possible, while the Black Nail still had the advantage. Sinclair noted the tower Ulrich had fired at with distaste. The inhabitants would be able to trace the bullet back to his partner, and while Sinclair was rapidly losing his opportunity to fire at will, he wished to preserve Ulrich?s combat ability. So, he activated his auromancy scope and took aim at someone on the higher sections of the tower, after that was done he aimed at the base of the tower and lightly began to pull on the trigger.
Baltreth
Yes Mr. Sinclair?
This will likely be the last shot I can make before significant Imperiomancer assaults begin on my mind. I require you to protect me from Mercer and give me enough time to communicate with him should it occur.
....very well...
Sinclair smiled as he pulled the trigger.
He took steady aim at the largest target he had available, a stone tower that probably served as a centerpoint for the first tier?s defensive line. Looking at the tower?s inhabitants through the rifle?s auramancer scope showed several beings active within the confines of the tower. Some sleeping. Others wide awake. He took note of a being in the center of the tower, apparently at a desk writing something, and then proceeded to aim his AW50.
The Black Nail aimed the rifle at the base of the tower, right at the point that weathered stone and snow met. He adjusted a knob on the rifle for .20 seconds, the knob itself labeled with the words auramancy at the bottom of the knob. He grabbed a .50 caliber round and overcharged it with as much Hellfire as he could, afterwards feeding it into the rifle with an audible click. He breathed slowly two times, then slowly pulled the trigger.
A frightening bolt of crimson energy burst from the barrel, burning through the winter sky with an almost audible scream as it quickly reached the base of the tower. The bullet would have hit the cold snow when the auramancy installed into the rifle activated. It took hold of the last person it?s user had noted, the man at his table, and the laws of magic reacted appropriately. The spell caused the bullet to spontaneously and, impossibly, change direction at the last moment, turning 75 degrees as it continued up into the tower.
The bullet pierced through a meter of solid stone, totally obliterating everything in it?s path, before it broke into pieces, the Hellfire causing structural instabilities within the round, causing it to break prematurely. However, the fragments continued moving at an insatiable speed, running up through the tower and touching more than 65 percent of it?s mass. With the fragments brought Hellfire, causing everything in their wake to burn and burn and burn in crimson fire, until what was left of the .50 round finally stopped and used up all their remaining energy at once.
The tower exploded, several metric tons of burning rock flying everywhere around the gulag. The rocks, burning with Hellfire, would come to rest all across the area, compromising defensive positions as the fire continued to burn out of control, the only thing possibly causing them to die at the will of the Thaumaturgist or extensive magic, which he doubted Drakona Zhivot?s defenses had.
He ejected the smoking shell from it?s chamber as he began to put another shell in, this time only partially charged with Thaumaturgy. The overcharged technique was only best for utter building destruction, and would not be ideal for the next shot. Sinclair activated the communicator attached to his ear.
?First strike successful, tower is destroyed. Second strike will involve the destruction of the wall to the tower?s west. Third strike will involve the destruction of an additional tower. Subsequent strikes would be focused on supplementary reinforcements for units on the ground.?
Typically, he would fire his rifle twice before changing position. Incredibly powerful though his AW50 may be, it still left a trail of destructive energy in it?s wake. He wouldn?t do that now however, they would still need several minutes to force artillery weaponry to focus on him, giving his allies more breathing room. Beyond that, he was still fairly confident of protecting himself from conventional warfare with his Thaumaturgy, for the short term at least. But the destructive power he represented would not likely go unchallenged, and Mercer would likely join the fray soon.
The Black Nail smiled ferally as he loosed another .50 caliber round. He had altered the bullet parameters such that it entered the middle of the wall and tore through it in a horizontal line. Multiple bullet fragments were left behind from the action, and when it finally exploded, the numerous fragments insured that the entire section of the wall disappeared in burning fire, allowing more of his team members easier access into the fortress.
He smirked. He wasn?t entirely certain on where Mercer was, and though he wanted to meet him in person, he realized that such an occurrence was impossible. The battle had to be won as quickly as possible, while the Black Nail still had the advantage. Sinclair noted the tower Ulrich had fired at with distaste. The inhabitants would be able to trace the bullet back to his partner, and while Sinclair was rapidly losing his opportunity to fire at will, he wished to preserve Ulrich?s combat ability. So, he activated his auromancy scope and took aim at someone on the higher sections of the tower, after that was done he aimed at the base of the tower and lightly began to pull on the trigger.
Baltreth
Yes Mr. Sinclair?
This will likely be the last shot I can make before significant Imperiomancer assaults begin on my mind. I require you to protect me from Mercer and give me enough time to communicate with him should it occur.
....very well...
Sinclair smiled as he pulled the trigger.
