OOC: That is correct @Kirke since it one of the weapons alongside the shotgun that the marines are permitted to use beneath the reactor in Aliens.
WAOA Arena
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Balxephon halted Short's stab by meeting her wrist with his own and holding her arm back. His blood loss was causing his strength to falter, so he resolved to use what was left of it to end the battle in his favor. Letting go of his halberd and allowing it to fall aside, he took his dagger in his main hand and laid into Short with an almost savage series of stabs.
Short screamed in pain as she was stabbed, then one stab went through her throat. She looked shocked, but it quickly turned into a somewhat manic and taunting grin as she held a grenade in between their faces. She pressed the button, and after a moment it would explode together with the rather large amount of other explosives she was carrying.
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"She seems to kill herself a lot..."
"No shit..."
The sergeant looked a bit concerned as he scratched his chin.
"Yes... I'll have to talk to her about that."
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"She seems to kill herself a lot..."
"No shit..."
The sergeant looked a bit concerned as he scratched his chin.
"Yes... I'll have to talk to her about that."
Again the same result. The knowledge that one would come back from death lead to suicide attacks once again and while the pain was exquisite, Tahril was dissapointed. There was nothing more enraging to him than someone taking their own life, taking it before he could and denying him his prize. He turned swiftly and headed to the exit.
Balxephon was blown to pieces, having neither any defense against a massive, point-blank explosion, nor the strength left to get up and try to run. His final act was to twist his knife while it remained in Short's throat and pull it out violently to the side, intending to, at the very least, have the satisfaction of ending her life before she did.
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Barbas simply continued to watch the battle, not having made so much as a peep the entire time he was watching. He silently awaited to hear the verdict of the fight.
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Barbas simply continued to watch the battle, not having made so much as a peep the entire time he was watching. He silently awaited to hear the verdict of the fight.
Balxephon awoke, unsettled but not surprised at that fact, and quickly exited the tank he had woken up in. Falling onto the floor, he panted heavily for several moments until he was capable of regaining the poise and composure that had come to be expected of him. He cared not for what the verdict of the fight held, as a wave of exhaustion washed over his body, despite it having just recently been rebuilt. He laid himself to rest for the night, resolving to find out the verdict of his fight and deal with the consequences of it tomorrow.
Barbas had no words for what he had just witnessed, not that he had anyone to share them with if he had any. Though Balxephon hadn't won, he also hadn't lost, meaning he technically did better than Barbas did. He also died in a way much more befitting a Dark Knight of Lodis, while ending the life of another. Barbas accepted his shame for the time being, intending to overturn it at the first chance he had.
Barbas had no words for what he had just witnessed, not that he had anyone to share them with if he had any. Though Balxephon hadn't won, he also hadn't lost, meaning he technically did better than Barbas did. He also died in a way much more befitting a Dark Knight of Lodis, while ending the life of another. Barbas accepted his shame for the time being, intending to overturn it at the first chance he had.
Tahril paced around his obsidian sanctum for a few moments before placing his helmet on and heading to the locker room to see if anyone was there.
Tahril grinned beneath his helmet and pulled a dagger from his belt. He sat and carved the Eldar rune for "1" into his arm after dislodging the gauntlet segment of his armour. The underside of the armour piece was hooked and spiked, having left evenly placed scars over his flesh. He then looked at the Meta before sheathing his dagger, still boody and re-afixing his armour with a gasp as the hooks dug in once more.
Tahril simply said "Gladly" and headed to his locker. He replaced his Shadowfield with a Clonefield and took a second power sword. There was a collection of combat drugs and he grasped a syringe and held it up to his neck.
OOC: Gonna roll a dice to see which drug he gets.
OOC: Gonna roll a dice to see which drug he gets.
OOC: @kirke an ever changing terrain thing, like the pyramid off aliens vs predator or something. I got a 2 as well so the drug was Serpentin, increasing Tahril's reactions and skill with a blade.
Tahril tossed the empty syringe aside and rolled his head around his shoulder before turning towards the gate, his two swords drawn and ready.
Tahril tossed the empty syringe aside and rolled his head around his shoulder before turning towards the gate, his two swords drawn and ready.
OOC: Basically the interior of the pyramid changes every 15 mins or so, walls open, stairs collapse and tunnels close etc.
Tahril walked up the stairs also, his long and confident stride not broken by the incline. At the top he flourishes both swords in a blur of movement before coming to a resting position, with his right sword held back and pointing towards the Meta while his left sword was held in a reverse grip infront of him.
Tahril walked up the stairs also, his long and confident stride not broken by the incline. At the top he flourishes both swords in a blur of movement before coming to a resting position, with his right sword held back and pointing towards the Meta while his left sword was held in a reverse grip infront of him.
Tahril darts to the right, without a shadowfield to protect him he had to rely on speed. After doing an acrobatic flip he changes direction in an instant to charge the Meta. As he does so his Clonefield activates and the holo projectors create 3 clones of himself beside him which began to criss-cross with one another as he charged.
OOC: @Kirke you still here?
OOC: @Kirke you still here?