Inner Peace (Through Superior Firepower)

In this thread we shall be using the new evade rules created by Arc. This makes the 'dodge' equivelant much more vital, as witout it you only get a flat 40 save, which is not going to save you from anypony who's a decent shot, but I suggest you go read it to check it out before you post. Alongside this, cover will be being used in the background, so if you're sitting behind a row of boxes or firing around a wall, make sure it is apparent in your post so I can factor stuff into the rolls.

When moving around the map of the building, I won't be enforcing any x squares = x AP, because otherwise the whole thread will be made less cinematic (And also less like a real thread), and also because the map isn't really to scale. However, moving on the map will require AP in a granular, but lenient fashion. As a rule of thumb, moving from any given location (I.e, your bed) to another, close location (I.e, the hallway), will require 5 AP.

For full transparency and to let us look through the numbers post thread, I will be copying any and all rolls made into the thread, and the calculations alongside it (Modifiers and all) and embedding them into each rounds SW posts.

Also, just so you know, treat this like a normal thread. Lateral thinking, aiming shots, and all the stuff you'd normally be doing in a thread is both accepted and expected here, as, at the end of the day, this is supposed to be a normal combat scene, just without the buildup.

Right, with that done, on to the fluff!

The Setup

You wake up, dressed in your normal combat gear, tucked very tightly into a bed. As you squirm out from under the sheets, you try and remember how you got here, but as you do so, you realise you can't seem to remember... Anything. It's like a haze has been draped over your memories of... However long the universe had been conspiring to drag you here. It's a little disconcerting t feel, but somehow, oddly right.

You look down at your armour (or coat) and find that it is painted a strong, almost iridescent colour, the same colour as everypony around you. You try and wipe it off, but find that it is almost bonded into the material itself, as though it had always been that colour and you hadn't noticed. The more you look at it, the more you feel at home with the colour and those around you, as if you had grown to trust them.

As you get up, you notice a glint from somwhere around your bed and find your weapons, cleaned and repaired beyond what they'd normally be in the wastes, with a pile of ammo that seems almost superfluous, though as everypony knows, you never have enough ammo. After collecting your gear, you feel ready. For what, your not quite sure, but something is about to happen. Something big. Something unusual.

Game START

Minimap:

Arc was sitting on the bed. The RCPW and Plasma Rifle were floating in front of him, having just completed the maintenance of them. He slammed a fresh battery into both of them.

"Well then. Time for glory, everyone. Or preferably, victory. I'll be in front, with Xeshir and Kira on my sides. Dash, you and Techno will be in reserve, ready to correct any of our fuckups. No time for questions, I'm afraid. Let's go."

Arc moved from the room and bursted through the door, heading for the wall in front of the door to their starting point, covering the hall in front of him.

(Leader: Everyone in my group gets +2AP and +2DT, except me.)

(Total: 35AP
Moving to the middle box on our side, the one with doors, and taking cover behind it, covering the hall in front of it, say 10AP.
Drawing Plasma Rifle, 4AP.
Preparing to shoot at the first person to come to my range, plasma rifle, 13AP.
Remaining 8AP goes to Active dodge.)

He'd been up for a while, already gathering up his arms and ammunition, but still the haze clung to the griffon's mind like a fog. He had no clue why he was here, or why he was with who he was with. He knew most of them. Spec, Bonehead, even Crackle. The other pony, not so much, but the sense of familiarity was hard to push off. Sliding the last of his weapons into its proper place the griffon shifted his weight and stood up to his full, massive height. And just who was this Griffon you ask?

Most in the wastes called him Kes, or Kestrel if they were feeling fancy.

Rolling his shoulders to better stretch them out, Kestrel decided to give one last glance around the room. They were all packing a surprising amount of heat, Kestrel himself suited up in the, now repainted, suit of Elite Riot Gear he'd gotten back in Stalliongrad. His face hidden behind the armored respirator and enhanced vision of the full face-plate; which was itself hidden ironically enough behind the roughly attached framework of his signature mask.

On him he carried a veritable aresneal of weapons, all of which were perfectly capable of killing or crippling whatever thing dared to try and present a threat to his well being.

For ranged defense he had both his scoped Brush-Gun, and his Hellsing. Medim range was reserved for his Vakara, its edge honed and lethal as ever; ready to slice and sever anything that dared rouse Kes' ire. Then, finally, for when things got up close Kes had his lightnig talons as well.

The real treat of the aresenal however was reserved for when Kestrel was able to sneak up successfully on his quarry, for this and this alone the griffon had his Zebrican Assassination Blade. A masterwork of lethal intent, he'd not really gotten much chance to test it out yet, but he knew it would prove lethal when the time came.

His armored gaze shifting, the massive black griff looked over at the rest of his 'Team' seeing how prepared they all were and how well they were taking waking up in this strange, and alien locale.

Bone head rolled over, his feathered head resting on a plush pillow...Wait he'd never slept on a bed before, the boneyard lacked that luxury. The griffin sat up and took in his surroundings, all foreign, and he wasn't alone. In the room where 4 others, he recognized sanctity and kestrel, the other griffin looked vaguely familiar and he'd never seen the pegasus mare. For some reason bone felt at ease around them.

He looked down at his combat barding, it was painted red, and not the shade of crimson he'd painted it. At the foot of his bed sat his weapons. His tried and trusted sledge, lil miss, his razor talons, and his grenade rifle. "This is strange." Bone stated bluntly as he equipped his gear. "Somepony put us here and i'm going to find out why." Bone head kicked open the door to the hallway and readied his rifle, waiting for the others to join him.

(moving into the hallway on Red side. -5 AP leaving 20 AP for active dodging.)

Dash together a loadout from his weapons, first of all, his Sniper Rifle, his .44 and his Carbine. He quickly loaded mags for the rifle and the carbine and stuffed a bunch of .44 rounds into a few pockets. As he waited for the start, he took in a deep breath and let it out. He looked around at the others in the room. Kira, Arc, Techno, himself, and Xeshir. He wasn't sure of all their expertise at the moment, but likely that would likely change in time.

As Arc tried to give them a game plan, Dash raised an eyebrow, personally, it didn't seem to make much sense to have a sniper like him be in reserve in the first minutes of the battle. He'd stay back, but he decided to take some initiative as well.

Dash held true to his namesake and bolted out the door, upon reaching the second doorway on his way to the main area of the arena, Dash slowed, taking on a cautious gait. He exited the door and rounded the corner to the right, quickly rolling into cover behind the 3x3 to the right. He then drew his Sniper Rifle and peeked around the left side.

(41 AP)

(10 AP, Sneak 75, sneaking into cover behind the 3x3 square to the East.)
(4 AP, Drawing Sniper Rifle)
(Perception 6, looking around the West corner of the 3x3)
(13 AP, Guns 100, firing on any he can see who cross his LOS)
(14 AP for evading)
Long story short: CAAAMMMMPPPPEEERRRR!!!!!!!11111one

Sanctity felt oddly awake when he opened his eyes, like he hadn't slept at all, just kept in stasis for a brief moment before waking once more. It was a little disconcerting, especially when he stood up and found that, yes, his body had slept, at least, as he staggered around for a few moments, struggling with crazy roomspin as blood frantically rushed to his head.

After the disorientation wore off, he picked up his Cowpony Repeater and .22 and slung them off himself as he looked around the ponies that sat in the room with him. Three griffons and a pegasus. Right, so he was the only ground bound one of them. That was just peachy.

He then bolted out the door and moved towards the room on the west, trying to move as stealthily as he could whilst not staying still, dashing through the hallways and slipping around the outside hallway into the main zone. He felt tense. He wasn't sure why, but he could almost feel the tensity of combat in the air around him. It was unsettling. He wrapped his magic around his .22 a little tighter and pushed the door open, slipping inside.

[4 AP to draw .22, 10 AP to Sneak, 15 AP to move, 13 AP in Evading]

Xeshir had been awake for a while now, questions flooding to her mind but begin quickly deleated as an odd sense of...well...Peace flooded her. She looked down at her own blue mercenary barding and expertly maintained guns and didn´t felt surprised.

When Arc got up and on the move she prepared her Cowpony Repeater and followed after him. Maybe he knew what was going on, and if he didn´t...Well, might as well follow his orders.

(Taking cover alongside Arc. 10 AP.)
(Shooting first person that comes into sight with Cowpony Repeater. 18 AP. 5 Perception.)
(11 AP left to Evade.)

Seeing that most of the team was moving out, Kes decided to join in. He followed after the thin pony he didn't know to well, not bothering to ask for a name or anything else. The Griffons observations told him all he needed to know.

The buck was small, thin, and quiet. He'd make a decent distraction or a decent sneaking partner when the time came for it.

(15 AP to move, 5 to sneak, move to the top box to the LEFT of the center on red side, below the kitchen looking area. 22 for evasion)

Waking up almost last of them all Kira was also slow to really get moving and unlike the others she did not really go for her weapons the first thing she did no Kira was a morning tired gryphoness and usually had a routine when she woke up, but now when she was not able to do that did she instead pull out a small metal bottle of whisky she kept in a hidden pocket on her armour that she only now noticed was blue.

With the warm liquid filling her body did she pick up her grenade launcher and made sure that it was loaded and ready for what ever was going on. She moved out slowly her lighting claws making light clicking noises as she walked out of the room where she woke up taking it easy and keeping her head low. All the other ponies seemed to be ready for combat, she moved around to the left as she left the room moving around and keeping to the left wall seeing what the hell was going on around here.

(10 AP to move along the left side by the bed room and hug the right wall by the small gap for cover, 30 AP to dodge.)

Waking up in a bed after spending as much time as he did wandering the wasteland was an... Odd experience for Techno, although not exactly unwelcome. His thoughts were interrupted as he caught sight of his signature Ministry of Peace saddlebags and his trusty lever-action shotgun, both of which he took up in a hurry.

Only after his equipment was back in his possession did Techno glance around the room, taking in the odd sort of not-totally-destroyed-and-ugly look of the room, but even that was torn away after one of the other ponies (Which he noticed all wore the same color barding and armor as his coat) started barking orders.

Nodding, Techno followed the directive given by Arc, readying his combat shotgun and following up behind him to cover his actions, as there was no way this was going to end anything other than bloodily.

(35 AP)
(Drawing Shotgun - 4 AP)
(Taking cover behind blue side left box - 10 AP)
(Looking monitoring hallway to the left of Arc - Perception 5)
(21 AP for dodge)

Crackle had never been a morning person. He eventually awoke with a wide yawn, rolling over and pulling the blanket over him as he buried his face in the fluffy pillow... wait... Fluffy pillow? Comfortable mattress? Sudden realization broke through Crackle's sleep-addle mind with all the subtlety of a Minotaur hopped up on Rampage, and he jumped out of the bed as if it were on fire. Unfortunately for him, the blankets had other ideas.

Landing on the floor in a tangled heap with a thump and a squawk, Crackle decided to just lay there, collect his thoughts, and attempt to figure out just what in Tartarus was going on. He had no idea where he was or how he got there, but he still appeared to have his gear. Examining his equipment more closely, he discovered that his armour had been painted red! He didn't know why, but he was suddenly convinced that red was the infinitely superior colour. Crackle also felt a rising hatred for the colour blue, and even more so for yellow. In addition had a sudden inexplicable urge to threaten someone with a shotgun and insult somepony named 'Griff'...

Shaking his head to collect his thoughts, Crackle extracted himself from the blankets and grabbed his grenade rifle, slinging the full bandoleer of ammo across his body. Ducking out into the hall, he spotted more griffins and ponies in red armour. Instantly trusting them despite only recognising two, he didn't even question them on their identity or how they got there. Instead, he ducked past the open door that he could see a large open area through and took a look in the other two unexplored rooms.

[moving from the bed to the far side of the hallway, 5 AP, and investigating the room directly across from the bedroom and the room at the top, PER 9]

As everyone stumbled into the main area, they found it to be much more decrepit than their bedroom. The floors seemed to be clean, but the lighting was flickery and weak, casting long, dark shadows throughout the area, perfect for hiding in. The whole place had a horrible, chemical smell to it, as if it had been flooded with industrial cleaner recently. If the ponies that took present company weren't accustomed to the horrible stenches of the wastes, it would've brought tears to their eyes.

Arc was the first to move out of the two teams, bursting from the room and taking overwatch across the halls, his plasma rifle held steady in his magic as he watched intently for enemy activity.

A horrible crunch then reverberated through the arena as Bone Head kicked at the unlocked door to where they had been sleeping (50+78=Success!) easily smashing the wooden door separating their room and the hallway, cracking it in half and spreading it on the floor. Hopefully he'd find breaking their enemies as easy. He then took up a covering position on the next door, the one to the true arena, which seemed much more solid, but equally unlocked.

Next to move was Galactic Dash, who, during the din of Bone Heads destruction, moved stealthily (75+94=Success!) to a covering position for Arc, looking down the scope of his sniper rifle as he waited to see if any targets would present themselves for him.

Sanctity then waited for a dimming in the lights and attempted to pass by the sight of both Galactic and Arc without being spotted. (Sanc (61+87=148 = Success!) vs. Arc (35 + 47 = 82 = Fail) & Dash (30 + 93 = 123 = Fail)) Lucky for him, the darkness lasted long enough for him to reach the side room door, and get in.

Just after Sanctity slipped inside the room, the lights flared back up again in time for Xeshir to stack up with Arc on the overwatch position, readying her own rifle for use against any threats that could compromise them.

Following the same stealthy approach that Sanctity had taken, Kes also quietly took up a position with a commanding view of the potential battlefield (100 + 35=Success!), though rather than take out his weapon and ready himself against anything that came closer, he stayed fluid, hoping to blend back into the shadows without injury if a fight were to occur.

After taking a swig of whiskey (Addiction check=Not addicted), Kira moved herself off from her luxurious bed and took up a mirroring position to the one Kes had taken, her grenade rifle primed and ready to blow up those good for nothing red teamers.

The last member of blue team to move was Techno, who moved out of the room, a shiny combat shotgun at the ready as he moved to take up the opposite position to Galactic to cover the east side of the map as best he could.

Crackle was the last to move out this round, moving into a room that looked sort of like a kitchen, complete with half eaten meal on the table. However as he looked through the place he found (45 + 67 = Success!) that the cupoards were filled, rather than cans of food as expected, but tins and tins of batteries, with a few more boxes of ammo littered around. Infact, as he continued to look around the room (having decided not to look into what was obviously a toilet, by the sign on the door) he found (45 + 99 = Crit!) a small bushel of grenades under the sink. (Crackle has found three grenades! He adds a Flashbang and two Fragmentation grenades to his arsenal.)

Spectrum stayed in bed for a moment, seemingly stunned by everyponies sudden rush to action.


(OOC Note: Because I'm running this thread much faster than a normal thread, if you miss getting actions in before the SW post, you can use an extra half of your AP next turn to catch up.)

(OOC Note 2: If it isn't in your signature already, could tell me what armour your wearing and if any of your apparel confers SPECIAL bonuses next post, it'd be much appreciated as it saves me trawling through everyponies character sheets.)

Minimap:

Kestrel pressed himself against the wall, taking time now to draw his primary ranged weapon; The Hellsing and checking it over. Its tank read full pressure, and the cylinder was full. Each of the 8 tubes containing a lethally honed spear of sharpened steel. Ready and willing to penetrate any that dared show up.

Especially if they were wearing blue.

Ducking down a bit to better hide his bulk Kestrel slowly peaked out from around his corner and took aim across the room. Sanctity having gone into the room on his, now, right. He'd cover the bucks movement with a bit of sniper support. The area he was in was perfect for it.

Anyone foolish enough to walk out and reveal themselves would be getting a bolt delivered into their torso in rather quick succession. If they had friends? So to would they fall.

A bolt to the heart was a surprisingly effective method of silencing the enemy.

(4AP to draw Hellsing. 10 Perception to detect others. Guns 100, aiming to sneak attack any ponies that come into view; firing 1 time at the chest per target. Will fire up to a maximum of 2 times for a total AP Spent of 36. 5 AP to sneak and remain hidden, and 1 AP to dodge if need be!)

Hellsing (Illusion Sight = +5 Crit Chance)
HIT CHANCE: +70 DAM: 95 AP: 16 CAP: 8 CRIT: x3 SPEC: -15 DT, Silent, Poisonable, Ammo reclaimable.)

Arc frowned at the hallway, peeking from around the corner. He was not in the mood to risk going over so much of an open space. Too many places to get shot from, seeing the distribution of random crap and corners. As he was finishing the assessment of the situation. The door, on the other hoof... yes.

Arc looked back and looked over his group. All of them seemed to be in place, and with no enemies in sight, it was time to move on again.

Arc first gestured towards Dash and Techno. He motioned Dash to move around the box he was behind, and take overwatch over the hall to Arc's left. (The small corner to the right of the map, inverse to where Kes is.) Then he looked at Techno and motioned to the corner of the room he was hiding behind. (Right side of the wall where he is hiding with Xeshir.)

Then he turned his head to Xeshir. "We'll try to take the room there," he said and pointed at the door. "Hopefully it will let us get to the other side by flank. Don't want to advance across so much open space. Kira will cover us, we'll move through the room to the side and try to get a flanking position on the hall, then the rest of them will advance." Arc looked at the griffiness and repeated the plan in gestures.

He looked around the corner and trained his plasma rifle at the hall, holding it above his head as they started to move.

(AP:35.
Movement into the room on the left, say 10AP.
Overwatch shot from plasma rifle, 13AP, Hit bonus 37, PER7.
Active dodge, 13AP.)

Arc's DT:23
Combat Coord: +1 Reaction
NOTE: Dash, Xeshir, Kira, Techno have +2AP and +2DT, Leader perk on Arc.

Bone looked back into the bed room at the white mare, "C'mon we don't have all day." He shouted before spreading his wings and flying out into the battle ground. He saw a little nook almost identical to kes's locaton opposite of the room and used his wings to move to that location in a rather timely manner, hopefully fast enough to avoid any shots taken at him. Once in the nook, if anypony fired on him then he would return fire, trying to land his grenade round as close to the shooter or shooters as possible, and spread out his splash damage. If he got to the cover without any opposition then he would set up an ambush to catch anypony with splash that where foolish enough to cross his line of sight.

Moving to the nook opposite of kes. -10 AP
If he comes under fire then return fire with grenade rifle, placing round where it will do the most damage. -12 AP
If he makes it without incident then set to fire GR at first blue I see.
Reload - 2 AP
Leaving me with 12 AP to evade

(OOC note: just got reinforced combat barding, DT of 18. also have a fiend helmet giving me +1 PER)

Dash looked over to Arc. He saw what he wanted him to do. He nodded and shrank back behind the 3x3. Dash moved around the 3x3 to the position he knew Arc wanted him to take up. He halted just before reaching the cap he could use to return fire. He knew there had been places he hadn't been able to see from his previous position that were visible from this one. Ones a ways across the building as well. He slowly eased himself to position, though he tried to get the long-barreled rifle aiming downrange as quickly as possible.

(43 AP)
(Sneak 75, 15 AP, getting into position to the right of the 3x3)
(Perception 6, scanning the area)
(28 AP put into dodging)

Xeshir listened to Arc´s plan and nodded. For a stable pony he seemed awfully knowledgeable about military tactics and such, but that would be a question for later. Right now what she nedded to do was to follow her superior´s orders, and Arc was the closest thing there was to one.

The zebra switched the safety off her cowpony repeater and got on her hind legs, crouching as she followed Arc.

AP: 39 (+2 From Arc´s bonus.)

Actions.
Following Arc (10 AP)
Once in cover, shooting any enemy in sight with Cowpony Repeater twice (8 AP per shot +1 from Trigger Discipline. 18 AP total.) (Affected skill: Guns 65. +5 Bonus to hit from Mercenary outfit.)
Evade with all remaining AP. (13 AP)

Techno's attention was drawn to Arc as he gave orders once again, which Techno complied with due to the fact that he hardly knew what was going on and kind of needed some directive. He peaked around the corner he was covering before dashing across the hallway to take up his position near Arc, keeping the shotgun pointed down the hallway ready to shoot anything that came through, should the need arise.

(35+2 AP)
(10 AP - Moving into position near Arc behind center room)
(12 AP, PER 5 - Firing at enemies through hallway, if any)
(15 AP - Dodge)

Kira looked over to Arc as he gave out his plan and gave him a nod to confirm that she understood it as he started to move across the central room and over to the left side and the doors. Mean while as they did that did Kira keep her eyes open and her weapon ready she was not going to let anyone that mean these ponies harm fire on to them, as soon as she would even see the hit of red she would fire off her explosives at the filthy reds.

(Keep overwatch for any Reds she see, PER 8, if spot any enemy will fire 3 times with grenade launcher at them, split fire if many, Explosives 100, 36 AP, then duck back behind the wall, 6 AP)

Sanctity continued to slink through the room, pressing his body against the wall as he moved towards the window, hovering his silenced pistol in front of his as he moved. He froze in place as he heard movement from the other side of the wall, holding his breath for a second. He wasn't sure, were they other reds, or... whoever they were fighting? He craned his neck, looking through the suprisingly clean and unbroken window, trying to ascertain just who, or what was making the noise.

He pulled back as he spotted flashes of blue from the other side. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like blue was dangerous. The enemy. He held his breath for a moment, steadying himself, before popping his through the window and firing his pistol three times, aiming at the zebra who came in, before ducking back and praying they didn't return fire.

[10 AP to Sneak, 5 AP to Move, 18 AP to Fire Silenced .22 at Xeshir, 9 AP to Evade]

Grinning, crackle snagged the trio of grenades and tucked them away within easy reach. It wasn't the Balefire egg launcher he had been hoping for, but it was certainly better than nothing. He ducked back out into the hall, moving to flank the door to what he assumed to be the main arena (directly across from where bonehead is on the map) and peeked out (5AP). Seeing no immediate threats, he dashed across the open ground to the wall with a door in front of him (red equivalent of the wall Arc and Xesh are taking cover against on the map) and pressed his back against it, taking another look around (5AP). Spotting only other reds, he edged over and examined the door. Hopefully, the room on the other side would give him a decent firing position into the main arena. . If it was locked, He would try and open it (lockpick 36), preferring not to give way his position with noise if possible. If that failed, he'd take the bonehead approach and just bash (STR 8) it open (?AP). If/once the door was open, he would move inside and examine (PER 9) the room (5AP), ready to get the buck out of dodge if something nasty jumped out at him (all remaning AP into evade).

Spectrum was so taken aback by everything that had passed her, yet having no answers nor memories to pull at she was left mouth agape as ponies and griffin left her behind, she looked to her belongings and was left even more dumbfounded. But upon hearing some fighting going out outside. she quickly put on her merc barding, and getting together her modest two weapons she bolted out the door, checking out her Firefly and plasma pistol, she didn't care much for her knife, but she never knew when she would come up front and center with someone. For now she needed to rely on her plasma pistol.

She was able to quickly spot what the general direction everyone else took. and while she wanted to evenly distribute them and follow the smaller male griffin the area didn't seem like all the to comfiest of places and instead slinks towards the center room using it as cover as she took one last look over her firefly and plasma pistol, before evaluating her surroundings, her team mates and the opposing blue ones. as well as whatever may come in handy for either her or those painted red. Opting out to figure out her surroundings quite thoroughly before picking out a blue target.
___________________MINI-HUD___________________

Health: 253/253
DT: 13 (5base)
- - - +5 to Melee Rolls, +5 to Gun Rolls
AP: 36

-TEAM : RED
___________________ACTIONS___________________

CATCH-UP
- - - add 1/2 ap : 18ap

DRAW
- - - Plasma Pistol : 4ap (50)
MOVE (sneak)
- - - (Center room on Teams side) : 25ap (25ap)
- Sneak :45
- Agility : 7
CHECK
- - - observe surroundings & other players
- Perception : 9
DODGE
- - - Take flight (if dodge is needed) 5ap(like a move)
- - - Remainder of AP (20ap)

As the ponies moved slowly around, positioning themselves in eery silence, the only noises being echoey hoofsteps against the concrete floor and hushed combat commands. Of course, the peace couldn't last forever, being broken as swiftly as it had fallen by the twin huffs of air coming from the shadows as Kestrel fired on the two figures that flashed up on his EFS (80+50=Success!). The first deadly almost missed the zebra darting between cover, but Kes kept his aim steady as he looked through the illusion sight (15+50+70=135 vs. Xeshir's 66), the bolt entering through her side and piercing her heart, stopping it dead (95*3 = 285-13 = 272). She continued to move for a few moments longer, before falling dead as she reached the cover she'd been running for. (Stealth check: 75+50 = Success!) The second dart struck also home onto Arc (28+50+70 > 66), burying through his flesh and leaving slivers of metal deep inside of him as the bolt shattered on it's exit path as it ricocheted off his armour, the bolt having missed his heart by mere millimeters. (95*3 = 285. 285-23=262). After that, Kes melted back into the shadows, adding another kill to his long tally (61+50=Success!)

As Arc moved, wiping blood from himself as he sat in cover, her heard movement from the other side of the wall (96+35 (CRIT!) vs 62+30) and moved slowly, hovering the rifle around the cover he was resting in and firing at the source of the noise (100+37 (NATURAL 100!) > 58), blasting through the window that Sanctity was looking through, melting a perfect, glowing circle out of the glass as the plasma struck him squarely in the face. (50*3=150. 150-9=141). Sanctity screamed in agony as the blast hit him in the face, slagging most of his flesh into goo as the plasma seared across him. He fired back blindly at the dead body of Xeshir as he tried to fade back into the darkened corridor (43+30 = Fail), but the residual glow from his wounds gave him away as he cowered.

Bone Head was the next combatant to move into place, moving through the red side halls and slotting himself into the firing position directly opposite Kestrel, his grenade rifle at the ready as he peered across the battlefield (76+20=Fail), however, he couldn't see any targets within his range, the blues all having hidden behind various forms of cover as they waited for their own firing oppurtunities, so he lay in wait, his launcher aimed across the main field of battle.

Kira was the next to appear from cover, staring out at the arena in the hopes of spotting somepony red she could turn into even redder gibblets. (36+40=Fail) Unfortunately, her gaze caught no sign of enemy activity as she looked out, despite the muffled shouts of battle from the room she stood seperated from by a thick, reinforced wall.

As Galactic moved round the corner, he gazed over the battlefield, looking for any sign of where the shots that he had heard earlier had come from (63+30=Fail) unfortunately, he couldn't find the red, or anypony else for the matter. As he moved, something underfoot shifted slightly. He looked down and spotted the metal grate he'd stood on. He tried to move his hoof of it slowly, but the metal still creaked as it moved back into place, giving away his position (36+32=Fail)

Techno moved into the place where Arc had once stood, blood squelching under his hooves as he stood there, tight against the wall. It was a little terrifying to think that the last two ponies to stand here had been shot as they moved out. He poked his head around for a brief second (98+30 = Crit! > 72+50), and saw a few streaks of red from the shadows. His eyes widened as he pulled back, knowing what he'd seen. That was the griffon who'd shot Arc and Xeshir. He then collected himself, poked his head around the door and fired the gun at where he'd seen the hulking form (76+26 > 40+2).Somehow, the spray of buckshot managed to connect with Kestrel and whilst most of the pieces were stopped by his armour, a few balls managed to find gaps in it and tear bloody holes into him (48-36=12)

Crackle and Spectrum moved in almost synchronicity as they left the starting section, moving through the hallway and towards the thin walled structure that provided cover from the main arena. Crackle pushed open the door, finding it to be unlocked and then closed it behind him. He looked around the room, noting that it looked like an empty office cubicle, a bare light bulb that hung overhead drenching it in sickly light. As he looked around, he found that there was nothing of value in the room, though it did look as though he might be able to break a bit of the wall out and create a bunker out of it, providided he could muster enough strength up.

Spectrum moved to the wall of the building, taking a position opposite of that from Techno. She arrived just in time to hear the shot from Techno and see him slink back behind cover (58+45=Success!). She was pretty sure she knew where the pony was as she hunkered back into cover as stealthily as she could (27+22=Fail), but the soft flapping of her wings as she prepared to take off should bullets be directed towards her gave her away.

Xeshir: -58/214

Arc Weld: 3/265

Sanctity: 63/204

Kestrel: 455/467

(OOC Note: Yes, you can make a post describing your characters death. This isn't mandatory, so don't feel like you have to though!)

First Blood

Minimap:

Everyone muscle is Xeshir´s mind tensed as she heard the Hellsing bolt go through the air and miss her face by mere inches. Her eyes widened for a second before she tried to gallop into cover with all the strenght left in her hooves.

Too late.

Xeshir left out an ear-shattering scream as the iron bolt penetrated her meager armor and flesh, finding its way into her heart. She gritted her teeth and faltered, then attempted to trot towards cover. "Come on...One step...Two steps...Three steps..." She thought as she tried to kept moving, leaving a river of blood as she moved. She started to feel cold. Really cold. She couldn´t land the next step and collapsed.

The zebra let out a small whimper as she begun to shake and closed her eyes. Maybe a little nap would help...

*SWUSH*

Arc managed to spot the dark, blurred silhouette of a Hellsing bolt as it passed around Xeshir's head.

Shit.

"MOVE! XESHIR, GOooarrghhh..."

It felt like his side got bucked. The bolt lost some kinetic energy as it ripped through his hide. With disgust, Arc felt with absolute clarity how the bolt forced it's way through his chest. His organs pushed apart and ruptured, his tissue tearing apart and spilling out liquids. Then the second kick came as the bolt reached it's exit point. It stopped there, and with horror, Arc realized it lost enough force behind it to pierce the armour there, and instead it shattered inside of him.

Xeshir went down in front of his eyes, and he was expecting the same fate for himself. Yet, he felt there was some fight left in him, somewhere in his body, slowly spilling out through the hole in his side. His body decided it was not yet time to cash his chips. For a while at least.

The unicorn poking his head through the window was soon reminded of that as his face melted away under the plasma. Still, Arc heard him moan in pain. Arc though he would soon join him. His hooves started to tremble, and he could feel how his limbs were growing cold. It was just a matter of time until his body realize it should be death, but, as the zebra say...

Carpe diem.

Arc threw away the plasma rifle, exchanging it for the RPCW, a weapon much more fitted for berserk charge. He rushed into the other room, wanting to expel as many of the weapons battery before his own run out.


(
Have 35AP,
Drawing RPCW 4AP,
3x Shooting burst from RPCW at Sanctity, 27AP,
Dodge, 4AP.
)