The World (Player-Driven RP - free to join at any time)
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Cait followed Jack back to the former barbershop, and began helping him remove the ice with a claw hammer.
"...The United States. AND the Marine Raiders." I say to the guy. When I hear some banging on the door behind me, I can't help but wonder if what ever is on the other side is better than this guy right here.
"...Right." I say to the guy, not really sure what else to say. I'd like to see how this one guy plans on taking over a country by himself.
"So what's going on down here? Just who are you?" I ask, still wanting to know who these people were.
"So what's going on down here? Just who are you?" I ask, still wanting to know who these people were.
Grant chuckled. "It's always the same with soldiers. You believe your country to be unstoppable, and think yourself part of it. You are no more than a pawn to them, and to me. I am Grant, Master Cryomancer. If you think you can stop me, you are welcome to try."
"I'm not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason to." I say to the guy, Grant. Just what in the hell is Cryomancer anyway.
Grant shot an ice spike to the left of the soldier's head, purposefully missing by just a few inches. "Is that reason enough" Grant asked, already holding another spear.
Jantra entered the former barbershop and saw the frozen cellar door, as well as Jack and Cait trying to break through it. "Oh, this is not good. Not at all" Jantra said, more to himself than anyone in the room. He did not help with the door, and instead only watched with a kind of horror as the others tried to open it.
It's hard work, but under their combined efforts Jack eventually feels the door start to budge. Dropping the rock, he backs up a few steps, then slams himself into the door. The remaining ice shatters outwards as Jacks momentum not only throws open the door but sends him sprawling down the short flight of stairs down into the basement. Ignoring the pain, Jack looks up and, upon seeing Grant standing there, snarls and upholsters the japanese officers stolen pistol.
In one quick motion he brings it up and fires off the entire magazine. 8 shots chip away and shatter the ice armour around Grants shoulder, filling the air with glittering fragments of ice.
In one quick motion he brings it up and fires off the entire magazine. 8 shots chip away and shatter the ice armour around Grants shoulder, filling the air with glittering fragments of ice.
Grant's armor deflected most of the bullets, but it was made to withstand arrows and swords, not modern weapons. Two of the bullets hit his right shoulder, almost in the same place where his original ice arm began before it was regenerated. Even as Grant's face contorted with pain and his right arm now hung limply at his side, he turned so that his left side was facing Jack, and started forming a more solid shield on that side. "Soldier, kill that man! He attacked me without cause!"
When somebody suddenly bursts through the door and fall on the floor, I step to the side to avoid him. I don't know where this Grant guy gets off ordering me around when he just nearly killed me. Instead of helping him, I decide to draw my own .45 pistol and fire at Grant's center-mass.