WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)

[Drakmorg]

The shots from Garrus took a toll on Dan's shields. [color=sky blu]"Damn damn damn damn damn! 5% left in the tank....Fuck this I'm not dying today."[/color] Dan ran to the window, dodging shots from Garrus with what energy he had left. He shouted at where Garrus was, [color=sky blu]"You aren't taking me out this time asshole! You haven't seen the last of Lieutenant Daniels!"[/color]. Dan ejected his head from his body. Dan's head happened to land in the same building where Gregory was taking cover. "Is that you Lieutenant?" Gregory said.
[color=sky blu]"I don't want to hear any glib remarks Sergeant. Just get us the hell out of here."[/color]
Sergeant Gregory chuckled as he remembered the Lieutenants 'head on a platter' remark and picked up Dan. Dan called over the radio, [color=sky blu]"Clark, you're in charge now. Sergeant Gregory and I are making a tactical retreat."[/color]
Clark responded, "...I understand sir." Clark addressed his troops, "You now what to do men, give these damn squishies a run for their money! Charge!" Clark burst from cover with the rest of his troops and charged the camp, guns blazing.

 

[Random berk]

Garrus's last shot smashed Lieutenant Daniels's body to the ground. Garrus grunted in satisfaction, before realising that he had seen something discharge from the wreck before the shot struck home and fly into the air. Tracking it with his scope, he realised it was the robot's head, with a small thruster in the neck. He tried to hit it, but the target was too small and fast, and it disappeared into cover. Just before he lost it, he threw a mock salute.
"Clever trick, that. Next time I see you, I'll go for a headshot first."

Grunt ripped his chain axe from the torso of a model 2 and turned to see a wave of robots charge in. He moved into cover, bullets plinking his barrier and switched to his shotgun, while the restof Shepard's team took up positions all around him.
"We've faced synthetics before, and developed a knack for killing them!" Shepard called. "These ones are no different! Don't give them an inch!"

 

[Arrogancy]

Mat had lost count of how many of the metal soldiers he had destroyed, they seemed to be thinning, but kept coming. Despite their numbers and their weapons, he quickly realized that they had little in the way of finesse or skill at arms. So far he had kept them at bay by dropping them rapidly before they could respond, but it was bloody hard work. Just when he thought he would finally have a break as the enemy began to fall back, they redoubled their efforts, despite their much decreased numbers. Mat looked back, Sherman's army had reassembled for the most part, with the fight's end in sight, it would have to do. "Forward!" Mat shouted, "Fight to the last!" Mat didn't wait to see if they responded to his orders, he only prayed he didn't shout them in the Old Tongue and ran once more into the fray.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"General, we're out of ammo for the main gun and it looks like they are doing another charge!" Will growled, then said, "Then one of you get up here and man this other gun. Then I want you to roll out and crush these bastards." he said. The tank crew reluctantly followed his orders and they charged forward, cutting into the advancing enemies with machine gun fire and crushing some under their treads. Other tanks followed suit.
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Grant gathered all the troops he could find and kept them in the same area. They did their best to consolidate their fire into a withering wall of lead.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

The mechanical machines made their charge. It was mainly directed at the main camp but several attackers had charged Eragon along with a bulkier variant with electric prongs for arms. "Saphira head back to the main camp and help the others, I'll finish here." Saphira looked and was about to mentally object when Eragon said with a smile "I'll see you shortly" Saphira grudgingly olidged instead saying "Fine, but when you undoubtebly find yourself in a bad situation I'm coming back for you." With that she took off at a frightening pace for her size, keeping her wings tucked in as she smashed towards the others, decimating any foe she found on the way. She felt the minds of several of Eragon's allies and made her way towards them in hope of assisting them.

Eragon looked at the 5 machines that charged him and braced himself. Two swung for him at the same time and he recieved both attacks with the same guard, stopping the attacks before over powering the two and with a blue flash; severing both of the machines heads. The other two still had distance to cover and Eragon raised his silver-marked palm and said "Garjzla". With a gesture and irradecent lance of light flew from his palm and obliterated one before he did the same to another. The larger one closed and Eragon dodged is electric swing, murmuring the word for lightening in the ancient language as he did which silenced the electric gauntlets. Eragon dash forward from his dodge, catching the swing of the machine and crushing its hand with his great strength. It swung with its remaining arm which Eragon quickly severed with Brisingr, following the motion into a thrust which pierced the chest of the machine. "Brisingr" Eragon said and his sword began to dance with blue flame from within the stabbed machine. Eragon then tore the sword up and severed the top half of the machine. He watched it crumble into a ruined heap before ending the magic flowing to his sword and making his way back to the camp and Saphira.

OOC: Tis a bit long this post but I felt like microRP-ing a fight since I havn't had a good fight in awhile

 

[Outisakanobody]

OOC: Not sure if this is melee fighter friendly fight anymore Arrogancy or Ven.

 

[Arrogancy]

OOC: Mat's lucky. That probably doesn't mean anything if you haven't read the Wheel of Time series, but it's true. You'd be surprised at all the gambles he's made and won. Dashing into a firefight with a spear and throwing knives wouldn't be the most ludicrous thing he's done and come out ok.

 

[Outisakanobody]

OOC: If you say so.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Its very late, I've got to go.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: Eragon has several wards on himself and Saphira to nudge bullets and similar projectiles off course. Melee is perfectly viable I believe with Eragon's skill set......Also Dragon. Preginald and anyone else down the line are bound to have their own melee troops anyway and it will fall to Arrogancy and me to protect the ranged DPS such as yourself and the majority of SHepards team.

 

[Outisakanobody]

OOC: Again, if you say so.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: I've hit my limit with Eragon anyway. Hes got his dragon back and his world needs him more than this one. Glaedr is saving his energy for the massive spell that will return them home but I'm undecided on what to bring in. After Jaguar brought in 40k with complete an utter farce towards the lore of the universe (Which infuriates me) I was thinking of making my next charcter 40k either Chaos or Eldar but then he'll try to link his character to mine and that would be lame so I'm gonna pour over the tomes and scrolls that reside in my room and see if I can find an interesting charcter to play.

 

[Zepherus14]

OoC: Hey I'm back just reading

Man I didn't get captured?!... Well I appreciate the effort anyways Random! Whatever happened to Phoenix Joe anyways?

 

[Drakmorg]

OOC: Time to wrap this battle up

Clark had failed. He saw the broken bodies of his comrades strewn around him and knew that it was over. He was, by some twist of fate, the last one standing. He knew he wasn't getting out alive. He issued a final challenge, seeking an honorable end on the battlefield, "Alright, which one of you Squishy bastards thinks he can take me down, Eh?"

 

[Zepherus14]

Joe slips through the tank door with punching gloves on. "I'll take you on!!"

 

[Outisakanobody]

Will hops off his tank and approaches the final robot attacker. "I'll let you handle him Joe, but if tries any tricks, I'll take him out. Leave it functional though, if you can." Will said as he shouldered his rifle and aimed it at the robot.

 

[Zepherus14]

"One disfunctional robot coming up. [sub]dis-funk, dis-funk, disfunk-sion-al[/sub]" Joe started to mutter to himself.

"Alright you bucket of bolts! BRING IT ON!!"

 

[Drakmorg]

Clark saw the stickman approach wearing gloves. Not really what I was hoping for, but combat is combat. Clark tossed his gun aside and put up his fists. "Let's see what you've got then!". Clark charged at Joe, fist readied to take a swing at him.

 

[Zepherus14]

Joe saw the robot charging for him. It was nice he threw his gun away, punching glove weren't bullet proof. Joe then turned his head and gasped. Pointing he shouted "LOOK OVER THERE!! A distraction!!"

OoC: Either the Clark falls for it and Joe lands a hit, or Clark goes in anyways and Joe makes a dodge.

 

[Drakmorg]

Clark had seen the trick a dozen times over, and fallen for it a dozen times over. "Not today *****!" Clark screamed as he continued his bull-rush at the stickman.