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Urrgh! He'd screwed this up, somehow. He wasn't sure how Ryan was able to intercept that well in his bloodied condition, but since one of the man's traits was clearly the ability to power through alot of pain, he'd managed it and now they were both hurting. He'd managed to put the man on the brink, but...kidney shot! God, the pain...! Niko recoiled from it, getting a small amount of distance as that part of him felt like it was on fire. Ryan boasted, but Niko could see he was unsteady. Dammit, this was what he wanted to avoid! He was trying to take him down with him! That reckless charge wasn't exactly fast, but Niko had little time to react to it.
Why not just let the mat do the talking, then?
He tucked and rolled into the man's legs to try and force him to trip overhead, and eiher the guy would fall flat and knock himself out or he'd even ring himself out because he just can't stop.
-Tuck-and-roll, Power 40
Why not just let the mat do the talking, then?
He tucked and rolled into the man's legs to try and force him to trip overhead, and eiher the guy would fall flat and knock himself out or he'd even ring himself out because he just can't stop.
-Tuck-and-roll, Power 40
Hey, no problems, man. And good to hear things are looking up!
The shock of having produced an arm almost without thinking was followed shortly by how much everybody changed around him so quickly. The Elite Squad had carried itself as professional, courteous, and even friendly when dealing with him, like he wasn't so much a monster but ust another person with just another set of skills they could add to their own. After the light and the steam, however, Eren witnessed a transformation so swift that all he could do was stare. Levi and Sara were keeping the others from practically pouncing and killing him on the spot, the look in their eyes almost frantic, like they were looking at a threat or an abomination.
Which he was.
The entire time, they had been using their training to keep calm in a threatening situation, when in reality they were ill-at-ease, tense and under pressure as they were to escort a Titan around. They thought they had been mentally prepared for this, but they hadn't, and it showed. Even Kate had flinched at all this, though she didn't remain violent. She was currently glaring at Hange, who was anything BUT freaked out, at this point. No, of course not. She wanted to touch it, and even if Eren had the resolve to say no, she was gonna do it anywway. The result? She drew back her hands in pain, shouting that it was hot without the skin on.
"Well, of course it's hot. You can see the steam rising."
Berratement towards Hange - which she ignored - followed as she rubbed her hands in the dirt, and then proceeded to ask Eren a slew of questions about the arm, what he could feel, if he could make it move, etc. Eren looked down at the thing he was attached to, realized what would happen if he pulled himself free, and did so. Naturally, Hange still wanted to test it first, which left her in a panic, but then she noticed the spoon. All that noise and mess, and yet the Titan arm had performed something so simple, yet requiring actual manual dexterity that no regular Titan had any hopes to perform. She pulled it out - Again, it was hot - and her eyes lit up with many thoughts regarding what this meant as people watched the arm dissolve.
Crisis averted, everyone could calm down...mostly.
"I've got it!"
I mean, there were some things - some people - would would never change. And while the phrase 'Eureka!' was never going to be uttered, due to nobody here knowing the cultural significance, Hange Zoe's declaration was about as close to it as they could possibly get. She had figured it out, and it all lay within the event that occurred just now.
"Titans need the sun's energy to move. They're not nearly as active during the night as day. For Eren to transform, he must have sufficient light to suddenly create that thunder and change his form around him."
This was as good an explanation for why he didn't transform inside the well as any. In fact, they'd practically proven the given limitation in his power by doing so. Likewise, their keeping him in a dark room so that if he transformed, he'd just be stuck where he was prevented him from doing so in the first place. They could try again at night and probably get the same results, and then they'd be positive. But this begged the question for just about anybody or everybody: Why now? To this, Hange simply turned to Eren.
"Eren, what were you doing before this occurred?"
"I was reaching for the spoon I'd dropped."
"Exactly. You were in pain and now you had sunlight, so you needed some kind of clear purpose, and then POW! A giant arm is grasping the spoon. It isn't even bent."
This further proved that not only could they predict and prevent unexpected transformation, but they could reliably know that Eren had actual control, that in fact he needed a reason to, or else it might not happen. So, it was kind of fortunate - to Kate's mind - that there was probably nobody more focused on killing the Titans as Eren Jaeger. It was an obsession, much like her own work, which reminded her...
"Aunt Hange, I think it's time to show them..."
"Show them? Oh, right! Yes, we should."
It was time for the demonstration, though first...Eren would be meeting an unexpected duo.
Which he was.
The entire time, they had been using their training to keep calm in a threatening situation, when in reality they were ill-at-ease, tense and under pressure as they were to escort a Titan around. They thought they had been mentally prepared for this, but they hadn't, and it showed. Even Kate had flinched at all this, though she didn't remain violent. She was currently glaring at Hange, who was anything BUT freaked out, at this point. No, of course not. She wanted to touch it, and even if Eren had the resolve to say no, she was gonna do it anywway. The result? She drew back her hands in pain, shouting that it was hot without the skin on.
"Well, of course it's hot. You can see the steam rising."
Berratement towards Hange - which she ignored - followed as she rubbed her hands in the dirt, and then proceeded to ask Eren a slew of questions about the arm, what he could feel, if he could make it move, etc. Eren looked down at the thing he was attached to, realized what would happen if he pulled himself free, and did so. Naturally, Hange still wanted to test it first, which left her in a panic, but then she noticed the spoon. All that noise and mess, and yet the Titan arm had performed something so simple, yet requiring actual manual dexterity that no regular Titan had any hopes to perform. She pulled it out - Again, it was hot - and her eyes lit up with many thoughts regarding what this meant as people watched the arm dissolve.
Crisis averted, everyone could calm down...mostly.
"I've got it!"
I mean, there were some things - some people - would would never change. And while the phrase 'Eureka!' was never going to be uttered, due to nobody here knowing the cultural significance, Hange Zoe's declaration was about as close to it as they could possibly get. She had figured it out, and it all lay within the event that occurred just now.
"Titans need the sun's energy to move. They're not nearly as active during the night as day. For Eren to transform, he must have sufficient light to suddenly create that thunder and change his form around him."
This was as good an explanation for why he didn't transform inside the well as any. In fact, they'd practically proven the given limitation in his power by doing so. Likewise, their keeping him in a dark room so that if he transformed, he'd just be stuck where he was prevented him from doing so in the first place. They could try again at night and probably get the same results, and then they'd be positive. But this begged the question for just about anybody or everybody: Why now? To this, Hange simply turned to Eren.
"Eren, what were you doing before this occurred?"
"I was reaching for the spoon I'd dropped."
"Exactly. You were in pain and now you had sunlight, so you needed some kind of clear purpose, and then POW! A giant arm is grasping the spoon. It isn't even bent."
This further proved that not only could they predict and prevent unexpected transformation, but they could reliably know that Eren had actual control, that in fact he needed a reason to, or else it might not happen. So, it was kind of fortunate - to Kate's mind - that there was probably nobody more focused on killing the Titans as Eren Jaeger. It was an obsession, much like her own work, which reminded her...
"Aunt Hange, I think it's time to show them..."
"Show them? Oh, right! Yes, we should."
It was time for the demonstration, though first...Eren would be meeting an unexpected duo.
Apart from the fact that distractions were a part of life as is, at no point did Asagi wish to lash out at someone making an honest mistake. After all, she had had her own mistakes in the past. Certainly it would've been hypocritical for her to get on the case of someone who'd had some kind of circumstance punish her, already. We are, of course, speaking of the very obvious cyber-limbs Nina was sporting. There were those that got cybernetic augmentation merely for their benefit, and hopefully that wasn't the case with her, because Nina seemed like a decent sort who - quite clearly - just wanted to be a helpful member of the team. Such things should be encouraged, and therefore so should their training. So no, she was actually fine with the interruption, and as they settled into taking out more robots, the computer would need time to adjust to their double-act, which was giving Nina the time she needed to get use to it. She had marveled at the complexity, though.
"When you work for government, you get the good shit."
Of course, Nina also stated that she didn't really want to stay for too long, as she'd been busy - or busied - with some kind of interrogation and her main equipment wasn't with her at the moment. Wait, a crossbow? This, Karine had to see. While the other woman was talking, she set a camera search to identify a weapon on the premises. Sure enough, there was a heavy crossbow that looked like it could penetrate certain armor-plating, especially if it had explosive bolts.
"Kind of an unusual thing to carry, if you ask me. Still, I shouldn't be on too much longer. Someone'll say I'm not doing my actual job."
Of course, even the use of such a hefty device would mean nothing if it held no drain on your own stamina. As much as all this action barely used Asagi's stamina, she noted that Nina was barely phased in here. The special legs no more tapped her organic side than it would Karine herself. After a moment or two more, though, the Japanese woman sent the silent command to disengaged the program. All at once, the robots would go as limp as mannequins, sometimes just dropping in place like ragdolls. It was fine, though. Something you didn't notice in the dark was that after a robot is 'killed', they don't just pile up, but quietly slink away with a 'dead' mark on them. Even if knocked off a limb from some super-strong attack, they had modular parts that disconnect before breaking, most times, and they'd collect them as they left, where possible. These ones would clean themselves up as they headed back into the walls, as well. The room would soon appear like an empty storage space now as Asagi straightened up, pulling off the VR gear.
"That's enough, for now. My name's Asagi."
And now, Nina could clearly see that it wasn't just the woman's limbs that were replacements, but also her eyes, which were red in color. At least her eyelids were intact and that she could blink. Not blinking would've been a bit too freaky, let's be honest. They were about to engage in a few pleasantries here, talking, but then Asagi paused as she got an automated report, basically like Robocop would. Her HUD put text to the screen and had an audio backing, courtesy of Kazankova.
Takai Shunsen injured during pursuit of Iwata Honomi. Iwata presumed dead. Report follows:
"It's Kaz, the whole situation is absolutely fucked! Whatever son of a bitch gave you the intel on this shitshow in the Exclusion Zone is a fucking traitor, you walked us right into a goddamn ambush! The building was rigged to blow and I count at least four dead civilians and there's probably more. Get medics over here now damnit! And tell the fucking morons in Intelligence that I hope they all fucking choke to death!"
You could easily see the transition on her face from friendly conversational Asagi to professional on-the-job Asagi as her momentary glare at nothing changed to her turning to Nina with a serious look on her face, addressing her with a tone that matched her expression.
"Get your equipment. I'll be refilling my weapons here and I'll meet you back in the corridor. We may have an internal situation."
"When you work for government, you get the good shit."
Of course, Nina also stated that she didn't really want to stay for too long, as she'd been busy - or busied - with some kind of interrogation and her main equipment wasn't with her at the moment. Wait, a crossbow? This, Karine had to see. While the other woman was talking, she set a camera search to identify a weapon on the premises. Sure enough, there was a heavy crossbow that looked like it could penetrate certain armor-plating, especially if it had explosive bolts.
"Kind of an unusual thing to carry, if you ask me. Still, I shouldn't be on too much longer. Someone'll say I'm not doing my actual job."
Of course, even the use of such a hefty device would mean nothing if it held no drain on your own stamina. As much as all this action barely used Asagi's stamina, she noted that Nina was barely phased in here. The special legs no more tapped her organic side than it would Karine herself. After a moment or two more, though, the Japanese woman sent the silent command to disengaged the program. All at once, the robots would go as limp as mannequins, sometimes just dropping in place like ragdolls. It was fine, though. Something you didn't notice in the dark was that after a robot is 'killed', they don't just pile up, but quietly slink away with a 'dead' mark on them. Even if knocked off a limb from some super-strong attack, they had modular parts that disconnect before breaking, most times, and they'd collect them as they left, where possible. These ones would clean themselves up as they headed back into the walls, as well. The room would soon appear like an empty storage space now as Asagi straightened up, pulling off the VR gear.
"That's enough, for now. My name's Asagi."
And now, Nina could clearly see that it wasn't just the woman's limbs that were replacements, but also her eyes, which were red in color. At least her eyelids were intact and that she could blink. Not blinking would've been a bit too freaky, let's be honest. They were about to engage in a few pleasantries here, talking, but then Asagi paused as she got an automated report, basically like Robocop would. Her HUD put text to the screen and had an audio backing, courtesy of Kazankova.
ALERT
Takai Shunsen injured during pursuit of Iwata Honomi. Iwata presumed dead. Report follows:
"It's Kaz, the whole situation is absolutely fucked! Whatever son of a bitch gave you the intel on this shitshow in the Exclusion Zone is a fucking traitor, you walked us right into a goddamn ambush! The building was rigged to blow and I count at least four dead civilians and there's probably more. Get medics over here now damnit! And tell the fucking morons in Intelligence that I hope they all fucking choke to death!"
You could easily see the transition on her face from friendly conversational Asagi to professional on-the-job Asagi as her momentary glare at nothing changed to her turning to Nina with a serious look on her face, addressing her with a tone that matched her expression.
"Get your equipment. I'll be refilling my weapons here and I'll meet you back in the corridor. We may have an internal situation."
Time passed, and with it, so did some matches. Niko spent his time watching those who were fighting, observing them and their styles as no doubt alot of people were of him. People were wary of what he'd done, so far, and he ddn't blame 'em, but...Niko felt kinda' bad over it. Even still, that didn't curb him from watching and appraising his potential opponents. While his leg was starting to feel a little better, it was aching a bit, but at least it wasn't serious. Serious would be, perhaps, the word for his next opponent.
Ryan had been the epitome of improvised combat and dirty play. Anything that hadn't been in the rules, rules which he must've studied to get some actual loopholes for, he was basically exploiting. Not that the rules were entirely explicit on matters. They were basic ones to keep everything fair between people. That said, because he wasn't so much as skilled as hardy as hell, he'd gotten through his last match looking like Doomguy at 10% health, and we mean classic Doom, where he has a face, not modern Doom, which was essentially Doom 4.
This was the guy that Niko had beeen called up to fight, and as much as other people were relieved not to be fighting Niko himself, HE didn't really want a piece of Ryan. The guy might do something unsportsman-like, such as make it impossible for Niko to continue, should he overpower the guy. That was why he definitely needed to overpower him, and quickly. On 'Go', Niko ran forward, dropped his hands down, and flipped so that both legs were flung first at Ryan's mid-section to foot-slam him hard enough to either down him quickly or send him right out of the fighting ring!
-Vaulting double-foot strike, Power 80
Ryan had been the epitome of improvised combat and dirty play. Anything that hadn't been in the rules, rules which he must've studied to get some actual loopholes for, he was basically exploiting. Not that the rules were entirely explicit on matters. They were basic ones to keep everything fair between people. That said, because he wasn't so much as skilled as hardy as hell, he'd gotten through his last match looking like Doomguy at 10% health, and we mean classic Doom, where he has a face, not modern Doom, which was essentially Doom 4.
This was the guy that Niko had beeen called up to fight, and as much as other people were relieved not to be fighting Niko himself, HE didn't really want a piece of Ryan. The guy might do something unsportsman-like, such as make it impossible for Niko to continue, should he overpower the guy. That was why he definitely needed to overpower him, and quickly. On 'Go', Niko ran forward, dropped his hands down, and flipped so that both legs were flung first at Ryan's mid-section to foot-slam him hard enough to either down him quickly or send him right out of the fighting ring!
-Vaulting double-foot strike, Power 80
The initial shock of bullets from the Cathedral had been a problem, but from there, the somewhat-more-cautious and definitely forceful infantry found gaps and flaws in their Imperial defense and pressed on. Unable to stem the tide of soldiers and coordinated fire, their control over the area swiftly began to fold, the strong position wavering and breaking down as they got in close with minimal amounts of fuss. The Federation had thrown superior numbers at the problem and the math checked out. Many of their own troops had cleaned out the area leading to the Cathedral and now that gigantic monument lay before them with enemy soldiers more trapped than fortified now.
Of course, they still had to take it.
With no sign of Middleton, Isaac (gladly) defaulted to Jean's authority, as would many in the 15th. His orders were simple. He, Lucia, and Britta were to keep on pressing towards the front-and-center of the Cathedral, going for the main entrance. At the same time, Isaac would be heading off to the side - presumably to one of the side or back ways in - to clean out any trooops still outside and gain entry there to take them by surprise. You might be thinking now 'Split the two Gunners? They'll never do that! Not after all they've been through!', except you'd be wrong. More than just being properly trained and knowing that this was strategically the right move, they trusted each other and their skills. When Jean declared the intent for all of them to get out of this together, they both nodded.
"We will."
"Without question. C'mon, Diana."
The Lance-Corporal would get a move on, likely with Diana following. We'll leave that for now and focus on Britta's end of things as she prepared her gun to oversee those still here with Jean. They proceeded, along with a number of other soldiers they didn't know, towards the Cathedral proper now. There were wrecked cars and rubble all over the place, not so much that you couldn't get through anywhere because of the width of the street, but...it was a bit of a mess. However, before long, everybody had to duck into some kind of cover - Britta reflexively letting loose a few bullets back at the attackers as she ran - as machine guns opened fire!
It was their worst fears confirmed, or at least...one of them. There were machine gun cars on the approach. Of course they'd be here! This place was a lynch-pin in the entire Amone conflict! From her cover with Jean and Lucia, Britta waited carefully before sighting their actual positions, raising her helmet on the end of her on the end of her machine gun with her actual head peaking up a few seconds later about a foot-and-a-half away from that. She'd been quick enough to avoid fire to helmet or head, but dammit...they had good coverage here, and because those were armored, there was almost no point in firing back, except to try and get at those narrow slits for visibility. That would distract, but practically never penetrate without lots of luck. That's when a bunch of men with some...very basic rifles and modified explosives with them. The rifles were firing heavy single-shot slugs and the bombs were basically anything flammable or explosive they could tie into a wad. That would've been nice to be able to get back at the line, but nooo... That all aside, Jean asked her to take some of the riflemen to a pile of stone rubble. It looked like she was working cover and a bit of decoying for his team, which she nodded at without even speaking. She instead turned to those she was taking with her and said...
"One or two at a time, only. I'll cover you, but I can only do so much to that thing."
And it was, admittedly, not that much. Even still, they knew what to do and - one by one - they all transferred over with a minimum of potential harm. At much, Britta felt something kinda' close as she ran and fired for herself before taking a dive. Here, they would be suppressing with bullet-fire, trying to take some of the attention from Jean and Company, which mostly worked, at least until one of the cars swiveled and shot at a window that'd been fired out of. There was the occasional Imperial soldier out to support the cars, but they actually looked like they were running from something else...like Isaac.
Alright, he's made it back there, and Jean's got one of the cars stitched up, but what about the other one...?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Isaac and Diana would be heading around to flank the Cathedral. It wasn't long, though, before he heard a familiar sound and reflexively flinched. While he, the female rifleman, and whatever other unnamed soldiers were going around, picking off whatever Imperials might've been wandering or even shooting from windows, it sounded like Jean, Britta, and Lucia were facing off against heavier combatants. Isaac couldn't let that slide. He'd asked him and Diana to come back here to flank the enemy and make this easier, but those things were as much an obstacle to them as the frontal assault! They came within few, and could see the backs and at least parts of the side of one of them. It was at this point that Isaac saw a bunch of Imperial soldiers looking to use their armored friends as cover against the first team and immediately, he opened fire, everyone else following suit. Imps took cover back the way they came, plunged forwards more into the open, or were cut down, but still...the same problem remained: The cars. Now, it looked like someone was giving one of them hell via improvised explosives, but that didn't really help Isaac's position...unless...
The exhaust grill...
The vehicle was armored, and you couldn't harm the Ragnite engine, and you probably couldn't even do much to the underside of the vehicle except maybe ruin the brakes or something. But...there was one possible chance here, something they'd overlooked when they modified this car. Isaac looked among those with him.
"Have we got a Shocktrooper here?"
"Uhh, me!"
One guy only. Damn...
"Got any bombs?"
"Yes, but they're not going to penetrate-"
"Don't want 'em to. You see that grill?"
"Yyyes? Why?"
"Try to hit it, best you can. If we can get it off, we get a hole with alot of heat coming out of it. My father's truck once got its whole thing blocked up after a storm and the truck nearly overheated when he started it. You and me, we'll knock it off. Everyone else, gather anything you can to stuff into that hole. Socks with dirt and rocks, loose shirts, whatever you got!"
With that order, the few others around would start to do that. If Diana wanted to help shoot instead of doing that or watching their OWN flanks like some of the troops were busy doing, that was up to her. He was trading shots with this other car, letting the Shocktrooper with...sadly only two grenades...try to lob that grill off with combined machine gun fire when somebody else up front - probably Britta and some others who appeared to have some kinda' different rifles - tried their luck at the main gun.
Of course, they still had to take it.
With no sign of Middleton, Isaac (gladly) defaulted to Jean's authority, as would many in the 15th. His orders were simple. He, Lucia, and Britta were to keep on pressing towards the front-and-center of the Cathedral, going for the main entrance. At the same time, Isaac would be heading off to the side - presumably to one of the side or back ways in - to clean out any trooops still outside and gain entry there to take them by surprise. You might be thinking now 'Split the two Gunners? They'll never do that! Not after all they've been through!', except you'd be wrong. More than just being properly trained and knowing that this was strategically the right move, they trusted each other and their skills. When Jean declared the intent for all of them to get out of this together, they both nodded.
"We will."
"Without question. C'mon, Diana."
The Lance-Corporal would get a move on, likely with Diana following. We'll leave that for now and focus on Britta's end of things as she prepared her gun to oversee those still here with Jean. They proceeded, along with a number of other soldiers they didn't know, towards the Cathedral proper now. There were wrecked cars and rubble all over the place, not so much that you couldn't get through anywhere because of the width of the street, but...it was a bit of a mess. However, before long, everybody had to duck into some kind of cover - Britta reflexively letting loose a few bullets back at the attackers as she ran - as machine guns opened fire!
It was their worst fears confirmed, or at least...one of them. There were machine gun cars on the approach. Of course they'd be here! This place was a lynch-pin in the entire Amone conflict! From her cover with Jean and Lucia, Britta waited carefully before sighting their actual positions, raising her helmet on the end of her on the end of her machine gun with her actual head peaking up a few seconds later about a foot-and-a-half away from that. She'd been quick enough to avoid fire to helmet or head, but dammit...they had good coverage here, and because those were armored, there was almost no point in firing back, except to try and get at those narrow slits for visibility. That would distract, but practically never penetrate without lots of luck. That's when a bunch of men with some...very basic rifles and modified explosives with them. The rifles were firing heavy single-shot slugs and the bombs were basically anything flammable or explosive they could tie into a wad. That would've been nice to be able to get back at the line, but nooo... That all aside, Jean asked her to take some of the riflemen to a pile of stone rubble. It looked like she was working cover and a bit of decoying for his team, which she nodded at without even speaking. She instead turned to those she was taking with her and said...
"One or two at a time, only. I'll cover you, but I can only do so much to that thing."
And it was, admittedly, not that much. Even still, they knew what to do and - one by one - they all transferred over with a minimum of potential harm. At much, Britta felt something kinda' close as she ran and fired for herself before taking a dive. Here, they would be suppressing with bullet-fire, trying to take some of the attention from Jean and Company, which mostly worked, at least until one of the cars swiveled and shot at a window that'd been fired out of. There was the occasional Imperial soldier out to support the cars, but they actually looked like they were running from something else...like Isaac.
Alright, he's made it back there, and Jean's got one of the cars stitched up, but what about the other one...?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Isaac and Diana would be heading around to flank the Cathedral. It wasn't long, though, before he heard a familiar sound and reflexively flinched. While he, the female rifleman, and whatever other unnamed soldiers were going around, picking off whatever Imperials might've been wandering or even shooting from windows, it sounded like Jean, Britta, and Lucia were facing off against heavier combatants. Isaac couldn't let that slide. He'd asked him and Diana to come back here to flank the enemy and make this easier, but those things were as much an obstacle to them as the frontal assault! They came within few, and could see the backs and at least parts of the side of one of them. It was at this point that Isaac saw a bunch of Imperial soldiers looking to use their armored friends as cover against the first team and immediately, he opened fire, everyone else following suit. Imps took cover back the way they came, plunged forwards more into the open, or were cut down, but still...the same problem remained: The cars. Now, it looked like someone was giving one of them hell via improvised explosives, but that didn't really help Isaac's position...unless...
The exhaust grill...
The vehicle was armored, and you couldn't harm the Ragnite engine, and you probably couldn't even do much to the underside of the vehicle except maybe ruin the brakes or something. But...there was one possible chance here, something they'd overlooked when they modified this car. Isaac looked among those with him.
"Have we got a Shocktrooper here?"
"Uhh, me!"
One guy only. Damn...
"Got any bombs?"
"Yes, but they're not going to penetrate-"
"Don't want 'em to. You see that grill?"
"Yyyes? Why?"
"Try to hit it, best you can. If we can get it off, we get a hole with alot of heat coming out of it. My father's truck once got its whole thing blocked up after a storm and the truck nearly overheated when he started it. You and me, we'll knock it off. Everyone else, gather anything you can to stuff into that hole. Socks with dirt and rocks, loose shirts, whatever you got!"
With that order, the few others around would start to do that. If Diana wanted to help shoot instead of doing that or watching their OWN flanks like some of the troops were busy doing, that was up to her. He was trading shots with this other car, letting the Shocktrooper with...sadly only two grenades...try to lob that grill off with combined machine gun fire when somebody else up front - probably Britta and some others who appeared to have some kinda' different rifles - tried their luck at the main gun.
He was standing around, making sure someone got Anthony's unconscious form off of the mat, making sure he was alright.
"Well, he's out, but it's nothing serious."
"Alright, thanks."
"Just take it easy, kid. You could kill a guy with moves like that."
"Yeah, I...I understand."
Sore ankle aside, he was pretty much okay. However, Niko was again worried about his talents. He looked over to the spot where the girl fighter had forced that Russian to concede. It was a bit cleaner an action than his own. Well, some people do better than others under pressure. Niko stepped away to find somewhere to take a seat.
"Well, he's out, but it's nothing serious."
"Alright, thanks."
"Just take it easy, kid. You could kill a guy with moves like that."
"Yeah, I...I understand."
Sore ankle aside, he was pretty much okay. However, Niko was again worried about his talents. He looked over to the spot where the girl fighter had forced that Russian to concede. It was a bit cleaner an action than his own. Well, some people do better than others under pressure. Niko stepped away to find somewhere to take a seat.
There was a little more to the fight than that. Anthony struck low and did not cancel the momentum of Niko's attack, but then as he was tripping off to the side, he still managed to grab that leg and pull him down too. Landing on it, Niko felt a sharp pain in his ankle and kicked out at the guy's face. Anthony managed to catch that leg as well, but he got no further than that. His arms thoroughly occupied, Niko bent both legs and sprung his upper-body forward, burying two fists into the man's face, getting an eye and his cheekbone and knocking him out, flat on his back, so that the young soldier could get out.
Now, my ankle's sore...
Now, my ankle's sore...
No problem. Although, after looking at the roller, I got a question: Can you do the rolls in like a series of tens, like they do in Exalted? I feel like there's a chance to potentially Nat One when someone using - say, for instance - a power 100 attack, and it shouldn't do just one to a potentially weaker opponent. If possible to do it with a series of d10s, you'd roll at least a better minimum damage if you rolled horribly.
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