Oswald Connolly- Convoy Escort
Oswald stumbled for a moment, barely catching himself as Aurellius refused to keep firing. The
Unsubtle had dealt a crippling blow to the camp, but in the end, it was the bloodlust of their minigunner that culled the camp's residents on the whole. This was a level of destruction he'd never seen before. Fires raged around him from the damage of the high-explosive round that had ravaged the camp. Bodies were strewn about, blood covering the ground and anything that resembled a wall.
A cry for help roused his attention, forcing Oswald over to the man. He'd been impaled by a massive chunk of debris and had at least four or five bullet holes in him. The fear in the dying man only multiplied as he realized who he was looking at, before he begged for his life.
It wasn't Oswald's choice to decide whether he lived or died. All he could to was provide a quicker death. "Be quiet. There's nothing I can do to save you. I won't ask for your forgiveness. I don't deserve it." His voice was hollow, completely devoid of emotion. If one were to look into his eyes, they would-somehow-be even duller and more devoid of life than they normally were. All in all, Oswald gave the appearance of a dead man walking.
Pulling his sword out, Oswald drove it through the dying man's chest, ending his life almost instantly, quickly replacing the bloody weapon in its sheathe. He could clean it later.
Shouting behind him made Oswald turn, and he saw two people with guns drawn on Diamond. Teleporting over to the trio, Oswald pushed the rifle aside, aiming at the guard who had his gun on Diamond. "We were here to escort the dust. Those damned bugs jammed our radios, and we assumed your fortifications were a hostile ambush. You two are probably the only ones left."
Dropping the rifle, Oswald inclined his head to where the
Unsubtle had torn a hole in the camp. "Our last two are out there, dealing with those hellspawn. The truck drivers might need our help, assuming they were still alive. You can deal with us once the job's done. I know I won't fight back."
Team RPGD-Protest Mission
"OK, Priscilla, here's the plan," Daniel said quickly. "They come here, then I slam this door into their faces. I'll draw their fire and you provide covering fire. Sound good? Good."
As the pair disappeared behind the door, the team on the west building's roof moved to the door, with the rifleman watching from a few meters away. The spotter reached forward to open the door, a mace in hand.
As the doorknob turned, Daniel knew it was time to act. He slammed his shoulder against the door, causing the door to fly open and hopefully smash against the White Fang spotter's nose. The door wide open now, Daniel came charging out, brandishing his sword and yelling, "Suprise, motha-fuckas!" He then swung his sword at the nearest White Fang member he could see, using the back of his sword rather than the edge. They may be trying to sow terror among the public, but even he wasn't about to go kill anyone just yet.
Priscilla and Daniel continued their little operation to keep watch at the roof top but suddenly the White Fang appeared, she heard Daniel's shout as he grabbed her by the shoulder and dragged her away from the fire. "Stupid fu--- UGH! I got this..." she said rolling her eyes and as soon as the girl was about to take action, Daniel beat her too it. "Daniel! Are you serious..? What kind of plan is that?" Damn it, why did she have to be paired with some guy who thinks he is all that and a pervert? Oh well, there has to be a cocky guy in the team. Priscilla quickly walked out behind the door and used her force field semblance to block any incoming shots from the last White Fang in the room, saving Daniel from a face full of lead. Then she created another shield around the shooter, this one much smaller, trapping him inside. With the three White Fang of that floor taken care of, Priscilla turned to Daniel and asked, "You aren't going to kill them or anything right?"
As the team on the roof was incapacitated, the three members of the rifle team on the third floor started to make their way up the stairs, carefully clearing every floor on the way. Approaching the rooftop, they heard the sounds of battle, and stood in position to ambush their enemies as soon as they opened the door from the roof.
Daniel struck the last White Fang on the shoulder, causing him to drop to one knee. Daniel struck him again on the temple to knock him out. Daniel then turned to Priscilla and responded, "Who do you think I am? I'm a lot of things, but not a murderer." He then placed his foot on the unconscious White Fang's head and continued, "We should probably do something about these guys. Maybe tie them up or something." Daniel gave it a few moments' thought, then said, "Maybe lock them in a room downstairs."
Robert noticed that Greyson seemed to be much better at taking out groups of enemies, while he was having to fight one-at-a-time. This gave Robert an idea. "Greyson, you keep fighting, I'm going to focus on evacuating the civilians," he ordered. RPGD's leader then lept into action, gathering people and leading them away from the fighting. As he led a group of young kids away from the fighting, Robert called Priscilla and Daniel. "Hey guys, you two okay?" He waited for their response before speaking again.
Priscilla shook her head towards Daniel. "No, It's not that.... but I barely know you, right?" she sighed shrugging her shoulders before turning around to see the White Fangs members knocked out unconsiously. "Yes hun, we are fine," she said to Robert. "We are actually wondering what to do with the whole 'knocked out people' thing..." she sighed while nodding her head as she made her way to the roof once again, her weapon quickly changing into a sniper as she aimed it towards the building up North.
"Good. I've noticed sniper fire coming from your building still," Robert said. "After you've cleared it, Priscilla, I want you to provide counter-sniping for their guys in the buildings North of the Square. Daniel, you can either stay and watch her back or come down here and help Greyson and me. It's your choice. Robert out."
"Yeah, Daniel. Watch my back." Priscilla giggled, liking how their leader, and her boyfriend, made up the plans for them. They were really like the Fantastic Four. Daniel was more like Johnny, even though they weren't siblings, he was perverted, and made jokes. Jokes that weren't even funny.
"I was planning on doing that anyway," Daniel said to Priscilla, heading over to the rooftop door. "Guess I'll go clear out this building and make sure none of them are left." He held his sword in front of him as he opened the door, ready for battle on the other floors. However, he was not expecting an ambush near the door itself.
As the door to the rooftop opened, the three White Fang all opened fire with their respective firearms: a powerful rifle, a handgun, and a submachine gun.
Meanwhile, Robert and Greyson's efforts to fight off the White Fang and protect the civilians was going satisfactorily. There had been some casualties, but at the moment, nobody had died just yet. A few gunshot wounds, and several injuries from close combat, but in the mass chaos, the police had managed to protect most of the civilians, and were appreciative of Robert's help.
"Aaaaggghhh!!" Daniel yelled as he was shot, the impact of the bullets knocking him down to the ground. Fortunately, his sword and aura blocked most of the bullets, so he fared a lot better than most people would have. However, the bullet from the rifle had managed to slip through his defenses and pierce his shoulder. In pain, Daniel pointed his sword at the now open door and unleashed a torrent of flame at the White Fang.
Laughing as their ambush took the wannabe Huntsman off guard, the White Fang rifleman almost didn't notice the torrent of flames coming at him until he was nearly engulfed in the fire. The three terrorists scrambled backwards, surprised by the sudden attack, before regaining their resolve and taking hold of a grenade.
"Suck on this, human!" Tossing the grenade up the stairs, the White Fang members shared a chuckle, walking up the stairs to confirm their kills.
Meanwhile, the Fang members on the ground started to move on Robert and Greyson, having them outnumbered nearly ten-to-one. While the odds were in their favor, especially with the overhead fire support, they were still wary. They hadn't fought many Huntsmen or Huntresses before, and trainee or not, they weren't taking any chances.
As Robert rescued another group of civilians, he turned to see Greyson fighting off an overwhelming number of White Fang on his own. Immediatley sensing trouble for his teammate, Robert got in a ready position to sprint into the fray with Grayson, until he was suddenly grabbed from behind. As he was beginning to be dragged away, Robert turned back around to see who his attacker was, only to see it as one of the civilians he had saved moments ago. Robert squirmed loose of the man's grasp and moved away before shouting at the man, "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to save ya', kid. I know you just saved our hides and all, but going back into that mess is suicide. You'll be killed for sure," the man shouted back. Robert looked back at his team. Greyson fighting off several White Fang on his own. Daniel giving his all to protect himself and Priscilla. And Priscilla, the girl he loved, trying to find targets that she herself could possibly be leaving herself open to attack from. Robert turned back to the civilian.
"Sometimes, standing up for what's right, means you have to walk into harm's way, even when you know better." And just like that, Robert was gone, moving in to support Greyson. As one of the White Fang swung their katana-like sword downward to strike Greyson from behind, Robert suddenly appeared from seamingly nowhere and parrried the attack with his bracers' blades. He then kicked the attacker in the chest, pushing him back, before retracring the blade of his weapon and punching the terrorist in the face. The White Fang member fell unconcious and Robert winced at the pain he now felt in his hand. "Ow. Hey Greyson, how you doing over here?" he asked before blocking another blow from more White Fang.
Priscilla nodded her head as Daniel walked away, but she knew that leaving him go alone wasn't going to be such a good idea, so instead, she followed him. As soon as the girl was walking towards her team member, she noticed him knocked out on the ground, shot with a bullet, and bleeding. Priscilla's eyes widened as she ran towards Daniel. She raised her right hand in front of her while her left hand put pressure on his wound. As a pink-colored force field surrounded the two, just so the bullets or anyone won't be able to harm them, Priscilla reported to Robert, "Robert.. Daniel has been shot... " The force field would also protect the two from the grenade explosion.
Greyson grinned at Robert. "Never been better, my friend!" Greyson called out to him, but he was panting loudly, and, despite him being the unshakable in terms of standing his ground, he was still getting pushed through the ringer on this. Greyson turned and slashed another White Fang as he kept slashing and shooting his shotgun at them to try and keep a few of them from getting to close into Greyson's personal space.
Greyson was trying to do his best on his own, but he couldn't help but worry about everyone else, including Pricilla and Daniel up on the roof, where they were trapped or otherwise couldn't leave the vantage point. Greyson shot a White Fang that tried to flank Robert on his side as Greyson turned to Robert. "How much more of this do we need to handle before everyone is out of here?" Greyson asked, knowing he couldn't go into a full fighting rampage with so many civillians nearby lest he hurt them.
Daniel grit his teeth as the pain in his shoulder continued to throb. Who would have thought that getting shot hurt so much? The grenade bounced off the force field and to the side, where it exploded harmlessly. Neither the force of the explosion nor the shrapnel managed to get past it. "Feels like a goddamn sledgehammer hit me," Daniel said. "But I'll be fine." Those words were said with confidence, but there was a clear tone in his voice that indicated that he was in pain. Tightening his grip on his sword, Daniel sat up, wincing as the pain throbbed again. "Dammit, I'll make them pay," Daniel swore, inadvertantly triggering his semblance and causing small flames to flicker on his arms. Fortunately, they did not burn him or Priscilla.
Robert fought back-to-back with Greyson, defending each other and taking quite a few of the White Fang out of the fight. "I think we've got all the civilians out, Greyson. You can do whatever you need. Y'know, as long as you don't hit me," he told Greyson. Suddenly, Robert heard Priscilla's voice over the radio. "What? Daniel's been hit?" Robert panicked for a moment, trying to think of what to do. The sight of the sun reflecting off a White Fang member's sword brought him back into the moment "Ah! Shoot!" he said as he just barely blocked it. As the sword came closer and closer to his face, the blades of his bracers just barely keeping the attack back, Robert began thinking outloud again. "Think, Robert, think." He then moved his bracers to hook onto the blade and disarm his opponent, before throwing his head forward for a head-butt. "Ow, ow, ow. Okay, how bad is it? Do you need me to get over to you?" he asked.
"It's just a flesh wound, I'll manage," Daniel growled into his radio. "We're still far from beaten, so worry about yourself right now." That being said, though, he and Priscilla were still outnumbered by one. Fortunately, they were facing only cannon fodder, so Daniel still had a hope that they could finish this quickly.
Now that the civilians had been cleared from the area, the police were leaving the White Fang to the trainee Huntsmen and Huntress. The group in the stairwell were agitated at the sounds of their quarry speaking from above them, but they refused to move from their position, instead waiting to ambush them.
Meanwhile, the rifle team on the North side building was firing upon Greyson and Robert, their communicator relaying the situation to their leader. "Sir, these kids are wiping us out down here! We need backup!"
"That sounds like a good idea, actually." Ignoring the sounds of screams and gunfire, the muscled Lieutenant stood from his position, cracking his neck and picking up his oversized chainsaw. If his soldiers couldn't handle these Beacon punks, he would.
Kicking open the door to one of the apartment buildings, Banesaw grunted and looked at the fight going on nearby. Greyson and Robert were handling the Fang agents on the ground well enough, but if the North side rifle team got a good shot off, either or both would be quickly overwhelmed.
"Agents of the White Fang! I order you to leave the redhead to me. I'll kill him." The grunts were all too happy to oblige Banesaw, scrambling away to support their allies attacking Greyson, leaving Robert to face the Lieutenant alone. "You're no Schnee, but every Huntsman's pelt is worth something."
"If you say so, Daniel," Robert responded. Suddenly, he heard a voice shouting behind him. "Redhead? What redhead? Wait, does he mean me?" As the White Fang in front of him peeled off to fight Greyson, Robert turned to see the White Fang Lieutenant standing in front of him. "You're, uh, you're a pretty big guy," he said nervously. "So I'm assuming there's no way we can just talk this out, can we?"
Banesaw simply looked at Robert blanky, before his shoulders sank a bit. "That's it? No cocky talk? No grim determination? You want to
talk it out?" Shaking his head, he let out a massive laugh. "I'll talk to your head when it's
mounted on my wall!"
"Yeah, the whole cocky attitude really isn't my thing, but if you want to slug it out and all, you can be sure that I'm going to be determined to win. No matter how much it hurts. Or how dead I might be at the end of it," Robert responded. "So, if you want my head so badly, I'm going to give you quite the challenge. Hopefully, at least. We'll see."
The only reply Banesaw gave was a sharp exhalation through the nose before he adjusted his grip on his chainsaw, closing the gap between the two and swiping at Robert's chest.
Robert ducked under Banesaw's first strike and made a quick uppercut towards the large man's jaw. Then he jumped back giving himself some space between him and his opponent. "Ow, my hand. Why do you White Fang guys always have hard jaws?"
Banesaw gave no response other than a grunt as he accepted the blow from Robert, following after him with a downwards strike from his saw.
Robert dodged to the left of Banesaw's next strike, then elbowed his arm. He had hoped to disarm him, but considering how strong his opponent was, Robert didn't have high hopes of that plan succeeding.
Again, there was no response from the massive White Fang Lieutenant save to accept the attack, though it did little to harm him overall. Instead of swinging with his saw, however, this time Banesaw lashed out with his left arm, intending to backhand Robert this time.
Greyson groaned softly until Robert just gave him a free pass to go wild. Greyson took a deep breath and started to making his heart pump faster and faster to give his body more adrenaline by the second Greyson grinned. "Who wants to go first!?" Greyson cried out, laughing a little as he quickly started to run and slash each opponent in his path. One second Greyson was slashing his enemy, and the next he was shooting a buck shot at another.
Greyson was able to notice the big guy that was attacking Robert. Greyson changed ammo types, using a white phosphorus round to make the guy catch fire. "I'm still here too, asshole!" Greyson yelled, giving a nod to Robert that he still had his back. Greyson went back to his rampage, having given Robert his opening for a better attack.
Grunting angrily as his arm caught fire, Banesaw jumped away from Robert, taking a deep breath as his Aura manifested and swirled around the affected area. After a moment, his burns healed themselves and the fire snuffed itself out. "Come in, rifle teams. If any of you are still alive, I recommend you shoot these kids and get it over with!"
"Thanks, Greyson," Robert said as he shot Greyson a thumbs up. He then turned back to Banesaw and watched as the man's aura quickly healed him. "Now's my chance," Robert said as he sprinted toward his opponent, closing the gap between them. Once he reached a close distance he feigned a lunging attack before instead rolling by Banesaw, turning, and kicking him behind the right knee.
After the grenade bounced off her amazing force field, Priscilla quickly grabbed Daniel and dragged him away from the scene, as she was now trying to fix his bullet wound. "Don't move..." the girl said, puting more pressure into his wound as she finally ripped a piece of her cloth, wrapping it around his shoulder. It was showing a bit of her stomach, but she wasn't going to let her team member die of blood loss. "Alright, Daniel. Let's move, be a man and let's actually move! We need to help Greyson and Robbie."