The Twisted Earth (Post-apocalyptic Role play) (Started - Closed)

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe aimed her gun at the few advancing towards them from the rear where Marcus was firing at. Ashe switched to semi and fired a few concentrated shots at the raiders. Then Ashe heard the roar of another shot from a nearby sniper which sounded like a cannon going off. Ashe leaped out of the truck and hoping to draw the sniper's fire so she can find where the man was. Ashe dashed to cover against a broken and rusted car while firing a few shots towards the raiders in front where the mutant was. Ashe felt the hot metal against her back even through her clothes as she peered out a bit trying to find that glare of a sniper scope or the glint of their barrel.

 

[Irony's Acolyte]

Kreth had ducked just like all the others when the rounds started flying at their truck. He hated gunfights, much like the rest of his tribe. All the fighting at a distance was a pain and lacked the blood-rush of hand-to-hand. He was about to jump out when he found himself deafen by the strange guns one of his 'companions' had with him. Shaking his head a bit as he felt his hearing start to return, he pulled out his other knife and jumped down from truck. He followed behind the large and loud man, letting the ambushers target the most obvious target. They had good reason to, as the large mutant tore the face off of an enemy with his bare hands. Very impressive.

Kreth broke into a full-out sprint when he neared the two bandits, or whatever they were, that his 'friend' was charging. Leaping the final distance with his knives pointed forward, he crashed into on of his attackers, running him through with his blades. The man looked up in pained surprise at Kreth, having been too focused on Delrath to notice the smaller, thin mutant running up on them. Kreth relished the look as he pulled out his knives and used them both to slit the man's throat, blood now poring from his wounds. This was the combat Kreth liked; brutal, personal, and above all, bloody.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

With the introduction of Kreth to the other raiders another opportunity opened for Ashe to move up. Ashe sped past the carnage of the two mutants fighting the raiders ahead. Luckily no one fired upon Ashe just yet. Ashe slid against the parked truck ahead of their little convoy. The truck had the typical look of a raider vehicle and even a shoddy paint job to boot. Ashe noticed the side mirror reflecting to the side of the truck. Ashe ripped it off and slowly used that mirror to peer around the corner and scan for the shooter.

 

[Dectomax]

With another deafening crack, the mirror smashed and a huge puff of dirt exploded behind the truck. In the distance, a slight disturbance of the dust reveals a small lump on the horizon.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe drew her hand back making sure that her hand was intact. Luckily it was and Ashe was trying to think of a way to get to that sniper but at this point Ashe would really have to go out of her way to silence that sniper. Ashe looked back to her friends dealing with the other raiders hoping that one of them would see them once they were done dispatching the other raiders.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake loaded his crossbow slowly and methodically as gunfire roared around him. Setting himself up at the window, he picked his target: a relatively short man wearing a dust-mask fire ineffectually at the hardened skin of Delrath. Hovering his sights over Delrath's head, Blake sighed and gently squeezed the trigger just short of unleashing retribution. Suddenly, a fearsome crack tore through part of the truck, throwing Blake to the floor.

A decade of this life had honed Blake's skills to perfection, resulting him the fact that when he was thrown to the floor, he hadn't dropped his crossbow. Surprisingly, it was also still loaded. Snapping back into position, he searched for the giant mutant, and the short raider. Spotting his target, he squeezed the trigger, a small smile touching his lips as he watched the bolt strike the man square in the chest.

Shifting his weight to the left, Blake swiftly loaded another bolt and fired - seemingly in one motion - at another raider firing at Delrath.

As he panned the landscape for more targets, something caught Blake's eye; a brief flash of glare from the sun. Unsure, he waited and then, "yes," he breathed as a muzzle flash sparked, betraying the location of the sniper.

Unable to reach the sniper from his own position, Blake clambered to the back of the truck and searched the bags for a handgun. "Oh hello," he murmured, pulling a beretta 9mm from a dirty sports bag. After strapping his crossbow onto his back with a piece of cord found in the bag, Blake grabbed a clip for his newly-acqiured weapon, he loaded the pistol, drew his knife and prepared to go into the firestorm.

"I'm going after that sniper!" He roared to anyone who could hear him, and then sprung out of teh window with alarming speed and agility.

 

[Dectomax]

The raider fell backwards from the impact, letting out a savage scream of rage, he stood up. snapping the crossbow bolt from his chest. In a moment of madness, the radier jumper onto Delrath, pushing him to the floor.

In the distance, from one of the hills, a figure appeared. He had just stood up and began running towards the group, brandishing what looked like a machete.

At the back of the trucks, Marcus was pinning down the two raiders from the other truck. With short bursts from his Rifle.

 

[Chaos Incarnate]

"Good" Was all Delrath muttered as he watched the two raider's spewing blood fall to the ground. The third survived long enough to jump him. Delrath quickly grappled the man off and with a satisfying snap he tore the man's arm off. Two loud shots rang out and Delrath turned to see Ashe taking cover The girl's not completely useless He thought as he dashed across the landscape and dove into the cover by her. "If I draw him out, you kill?" Delrath asked he would rather do it himself but he had watched a sniper take out 3 of his tribe before he was captured, he knew the danger, even he might only be able to take one or two shots. He closed his eyes and inhaled trying to track the sniper, too many scents were present all he could do was discern the vague direction of the sniper.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe leaned her head out again and spotted a figure running towards the group. Dumbfounded she leaned back and looked towards Delrath.

"No need for that..." Ashe leaned out with her Colt Python in both her hands. "He's coming towards us!" Ashe waited for the man to come into range as he was still running. She aimed the magnum with both hands and increased her stance. Ashe only fired the weapon twice before and the kick from the weapon was enough to send anyone who hasn't trained with the gun a magnum towards the face. Ashe lined up the shot towards the center mass of the charging figure. Ashe fired the magnum. The figure running towards them was stopped in his tracks as he flew backwards as if he had run into an invisible wall.

"I think I got him..." Ashe said after seeing the raider fly.

 

[Irony's Acolyte]

His raiding instincts not letting up even now, Kreth rummaged through the pockets of the man who's blood was still poring from his wounds. He found some coins and ammo, pocketing them before dipping his fingers into the blood of the man. He smeared the crimson fluid across his face before grabbing his knives again and looked up to see who his next target should be. He saw a man with a machete raised over his head charging towards the group. Grinning sadistically, Kreth got to his feet and charged back at the man, looking for a good fight.

While the man was running forward though, he suddenly staggered back, dropping to the ground. Apparently he had been shot by one of Kreth's allies. Kreth looked back towards where the rest of the group should be and raised his hands in frustration.

"Damn guns..." Kreth muttered under his breath before turning back around to see if there were any other enemies about.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Years of brandishing his own beretta gave Blake the impressive ability to kill men with one simple shot to the head. Flowing from target to target, he paced - knees bent - through the carnage, eyes constantly flitting towards the sniper's location.

Suddenly, a man brandishing a machete jumped up from the location Blake was focused on. dropping to his knees, sheathing his knife and dropping his gun, Blake began unstrapping the crossbow. Before he was able to load a bolt, however, the man was flung backwards from a heavy shot. "Hmph," he grunted, loading a his crossbow and viewing the prone man in his sight.

Breathing slowly, Blake fired. The body flinched as the bolt pierced the ribs. Blake loaded another bolt and called to Ashe, "shoot him again! Make sure he's definitely dead!"

 

[Chaos Incarnate]

"Good" Delrath said before stepping out of cover, it seemed to him that their enemies were vanquished. Delrath scowled he hated the quiet, the peace, he longed for an enemy. The raider that had gotten his arm pulled off coughed up a small stream off blood before reaching for a knife and throwing it at Delrath. It landed several feet away no where near him, "Still alive?" Delrath asked before slowly standing on the man's chest. "Leader where?" Delrath asked as one of the man's ribs snapped. "Ffff-uck up-" The man started to sputter before Delrath stomped on his chest shattering his ribs and killing him. He reached down and yanked two fingers of the man, chewing slowly on one while he waited for the others.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis hit the deck when the bullets began to fly. He lay there motionless watching as each member of this little crew went to arms and leapt from the vehicle. Once everyone had left the truck Mortis commando crawled along it's exterior where he came across a dull grey duffle bag shapely enough to be containing something.

As he unzipped hit his smile grew just that bit wider. It was an old war M1 Garand and it looked to be in near perfect condition, truly the term antique would be an understatement.

How did the dogs get their hands on a beautiful machine like this?

Just as Mortis was admiring the weapons a stray bullet shot past his ear, He took this into consideration and decided the best course of action was to 'Get the hell down'. He gripped the corner of the truck and pulled himself over, once her was there he used his body weight to fling himself underneath the vehicle.

Once on the dirt and rock covered base of the waste Mortis took a prone position and started firing pot shots off on a small group of raiders trying to sneak up on his companions through the rubble. He hit two of the men, each falling to the ground while making a loud but muffled screaming noise but one had evaded him. He was rushing towards Delrath while he was crushing what must have looked like the last of the raiders. Mortis lined up the shot and pulled the trigger. The last enemy fell about 10 metres early, before he even got to the Gargantuan Beast. now chewing on what looked to be ... fingers?

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Strapping the crossbow onto his back, Blake crouched down and relinquished the beretta; the clip was spent. Shoving it into his belt, Blake drew his knife and stalked towards Delrath.

The hulking mutant was devouring human fingers, crunching the bones loudly. B;lake pointed the blade at the creatures face. "Stop that," he hissed, "you filth!" The anger inside him was intense, but Blake knew it wasn't the sickening rage taking effect, just the abomination in fronnt of him. When he next spoke, his words were very quiet and seemingly very calm. "It's bad enough having to travel with your kind, but I will not bear witness to your sins. I will not idly stand by and watch you do it."

Blake, despite his small size compared to Delrath's, squared up to the huge mutant, still chewing the fingers.

 

[Dectomax]

The sounds of combat dissipated and only the light breeze was left. Marcus popped his head up, looking for anyone left. The silence was strange after the commotion of battle. "All clear" Marcus yelled. He strolled over to the corpses and found a battered M16 rifle, searching the corpse he found several magazines for it. He set to work removing the rounds and packing them in a neat little box.

The raider that had been shot by Ashe, lay in a pool of blood, breathing heavily. One hand hidden under his back, as if he was holding something.

Ford clambered out of his truck, visibly shaken. For the duration of the firefight he had been laying on the floor of the truck, hands over ears.

 

[Chaos Incarnate]

"Sins?" Delrath asked stripping the last of the flesh off the fingers. He tossed the bones at Blake before lifting the man up with both hands. "You break easy" Delrath said, "Not today" Delrath dropped Blake unharmed. No fear, he will prove to be a worthy opponent Delrath thought. Delrath tossed the corpse to Kreth "Your turn" he muttered before walking back to Ashe "Girl are you harmed?" He asked

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe looked over at the mutant and the mutant hunter that once again butted heads against one another. In some bar a while ago Ashe remembered a joke about putting a mutant hunter and a mutant in the same group. As the mutant went back Ashe nodded to him.

"I'm fine..." Ashe looked back and saw the raider on the ground still breathing but very slowly. "I'm thinking of investigating that raider over there... he looks alive." Ashe turns to the rest of the group.

"Hey guys, we got a survivor!"

 

[Emurlahn]

Gear walked out of the truck. He was slowly moving the lower part of the rod, charging it up.
"Lets keep him that way a little more." Gear yelled to Ashe. He then grinned slightly, as he walked up towards them.

As he walked past the raiders truck he looked inside, in the seat was a 50 cl steel bottle filled with water, and a box of ammo. "Perfect." Gear mumbled as he put both things into his pocket.

He then continued up towards the downed raider. "This should get him talking." Gear said loudly as he walked up beside the man and tapped him lightly with the rod. It wasn't close to full charge, but it was still enough to cause considerable spasms of pain, and any kind of metal he was wearing close to his skin would probably leave burn-marks.

"Now, this was just a warning shot." Gear said to the raider, still twisting with pain, while he took a step back and started charging the rod again. "And it can get quite a lot more painful if you don't tell us what we would like to know." He looked at the raider that now slowly stopped moving. "Who the hell sent you?" Gear pointed the rod slightly towards the raider as he asked the question.

 

[Dectomax]

The raider let out a faint laugh, removing his hand from behind his back, he released the pin on a fragmentation grenade he had been concealing.

 

[Emurlahn]

"Fucking hell!" Gear yelled and started running simultaneously. His brain was working at full pressure. Cover! Two to three seconds fuse! 15 meter radius. He jumped and hit Ashe, the only other one within danger area, square in the chest, throwing both her and himself to the ground, just as he counted the third second.

The silence was striking. No explosion, no nothing. Just silence. Gear lifted his head slowly, and looked towards the raider, who had a confused expression on his face. Gear accidentally placed a hand at Ashe's chest as he tried to rise, which he quickly removed again. "Sorry 'bout that." He said as he rose and offered her a hand. Behind him the raider was yelling loudly and hammering the grenade to the ground in a vain attempt at detonating it.