We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)

[Gearhead mk2]

Sam's saw the group preparing, and sighed. [color=fdc393]"I understand. My "teammates" have probably given you enough speeches about higher causes by now and you just want to cut to the end and finish Desperado off."[/color] He put his hand on his sword. [color=fdc393]"I fought Desperado too, years ago. Do you know why I joined them? Because I thought I couldn't beat them. Because they broke me, told me the strong should prey on the weak, and I believed them."[/color] He drew his sword slowly. [color=fdc393]"Prove me wrong. Prove them wrong."[/color] It sounded like he was asking the group to make a promise.

The cyborg that Emily had talked to silently slipped away, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

OoC: Check chat.

 

[Kirke]

You ask your opponent why he feels the need to fight them instead of taking up his old cause when he has the chance. After all, better late than never.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

[color=fdc393]"I've... Done too much for them. You saw Damascus. That was business as usual for these guys. And I've helped them for years. It's too late for me."[/color] He seemed genuinely regretful, looking away from the group for a second before steeling his resolve and staring at Shara dead in the eye. [color=fdc393]"OK... Let's dance!"[/color] Sam proclaimed, a mouth guard on his suit sliding into place. He started slowly strafing, waiting for the group to make the first move.


Group One: Emily, Gwen, Joel
Group Two: Shara, Roland, Samus
Group One go!

 

[ShindoL Shill]

[color=003399]"I think you're still scared of them. So you're not going to turn on them."[/color] Joel said as he raised his gun and fired at Sam, the force of firing it one-handed seeming to have little effect on his arm.

 

[Slenn]

EMily fired a moderate EMP at Sam.

Gwen pulled up some earth, the size of a bowling ball, from behind and attempted to smack it into his back.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Emily's EMP didn't seem to phase Sam vat all, as he spun his sword in front of him to deflect Joel's bullets. However, Gwen's attack knocked him out of place, allowing a few rounds to connect, albeit to little effect.

Group 2.

 

[Kirke]

You close your eyes and breathe in, focusing your mind. Soon you see the weaves around you, and you realise that your opponent is a master on a level beyond nearly all you've met. You call out to Roland that he should catch, and pass him your blaster. You know you won't hit with it anyway, and you pull out your knife instead.

 

[username sucks]

Roland caught Shara's blaster, but decided to fire the remaining bullets with his own gun before he would try to figure out how to use it.

Roland fired at Sam's arms and legs as he backpedaled, trying to distance himself from his opponent.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus tried firing at Sam with the power beam, but he dodged out of the way, moving so fast he seemed to blur. He slashed Roland's shots out of thin air, then charged at Gwen fast enough to leave a dust cloud behind him, performing a shoryuken motion with his blade when he got close enough. Even with the specially made dress, it would cut through her like butter if it connected.

Group One.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Joel tossed his gun aside and drew his sword. After swinging it experimentally a few times, he took a combat stance and approached Sam slowly. Sam, if he looked at Joel, would notice his balance was slightly off due to the missing arm.

Slightly Less Previously (After Shara was done being quite rude)

Joel approached Seras and asked, [color=003399]"So... what exactly did you do out there?"[/color]

 

[Slenn]

If it was at bullet speeds, she might not have had enough reaction time. But masses were her specialty, and since she was focused on him anyway, he was easy to predict. Gwen boosted herself out of the way with a 6 g gravity push to dodge the incoming blow, just in the nick of time.
<color=purple>"Sorry bud. Too bad you ain't massless."

"You know what is massless? A laser." She took aim with her right hand pointed and outstretched towards Sam after he landed. She fired an industrial laser.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"What?" Seras asked before she realized she had left the door open to the little room she was in. "I...drank that cyborgs blood and that made me into a full vampire. Before I was just a fledgling. Now I'm waiting to see if he'll turn into a vampire." She explained, hoping to get a less hostile reaction from Joel.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Previously

Joel looked at Seras, slightly confused. [color=003399]"You were a fledgling vampire? I've never heard of that..."[/color] he said, before shrugging. [color=003399]"And your clothes?"[/color]

 

[Outisakanobody]

Seras shrugged. "It just short of happened. I don't know why." She said truthfully.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Sam recovered from his failed slash, and raised his blade just in the nick of time to block Emily's laser strike. He turned and saw Joel, ready to fight but not in top shape, and slowly walked towards him, gauging him and waiting for him to make a move.

Group 2.
@Slenn: Check chat if you disagree with what happened.

 

[username sucks]

Roland was taken aback by Sam's ability to block bullets, but he didn't let it stop him for long and tried to shoot Sam's right hand to make him drop the sword.

Having fired the last bullet in the revolver's cylinder, he holstered his own gun and quickly examined Shara's blaster to find out how it worked.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

[color=003399]"Right... I've definitely never heard of becoming a vampire doing that."[/color] Joel replied. [color=003399]"And what was Shara talking to you about, before she left?"[/color]

 

[Outisakanobody]

Before Seras answered Joel, she noticed he only had one are, while she remembered him having two in the past. "What happened to your arm?" She asked, a little alarmed by it being missing.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

[color=003399]"The forearm was broken in the fight. Kinda pointless to leave the upper half attached."[/color] Joel explained.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Roland's shot hit it's target, but had little effect due to the hand's (near literal) iron grip.

Group One.