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CLEANERS - Honest
- Tough Love: Refuses to act unless ??? or ???
- Yasu
- Cam
- Niid
- Emma
| TARGET LIST - Lion-headed Ringleader [BLINDED; NEUTERED] [2]
- Beast of Rage: Gain strength as wounded.
- Nemean: ???
- Half-Man Sized Car [UPTURNED; DENTED] [1]
- Clown Car: If possible, creates another clown.
- Elephant-headed Unicyclist [DISMEMBERED] [1]
- Elephant-headed Trapeze [VERY MUCH FUCKED] [1?]
- Clown with Accordion Arms
- Clown with Oversized Axe
- Clown with Undersized Mallet
- Clown Covered in Party Poppers
- Clown of Normal Human Size
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Special characters have special qualities that may be hidden until they become apparent.
Undetected characters can freely act until detected, but can only take one action that would reveal them. | Elite entities require multiple actions to fell and have special (possibly unknown) characteristics.
Greater entities may require multiple actions to fell.
Lesser entities can be slain by a single action.
Destroyed entities are usually out of the fight
[state] denotes their current state and [#] denotes how many actions they can perform each round.
> {Name} denotes who the enemy is currently focusing on. |
The shadow that Emma had called leapt and chomped down on the unicyclist. While it had not been as loud as Emma had hoped, the sound of flesh tearing and bones crunching filled the stage. What Emma had discovered, however, was how much mobility a single wheel gave. Alongside the noises of flesh came the screech of a flesh-tire and the smell of burning flesh. While the maw closed, the unicyclist had reversed course and leapt. The maw had only caught part of its torso; its arm and a good portion of its chest had been taken. If the stage was shrouded in darkness, then her creature would likely have been fast enough to snag the unicyclist in its entirety.
The unicyclist would not stop and lick its wounds. Its flesh splattered and sputtered as the wheel spun faster. It skirted around the shadow beast. What remained of the unicyclist's body painted the stage with flesh and blood as it made an impossibly agile corner. It was attempting to run down Emma.
Yasu's blade further cut the trapeze. While it had not been finished, its body became unrecognizable. Its familiar form had been gashed and bashed into a blob-ish bloom of cut flesh and spurting blood. Awakening from the pain, it crawled towards the only target it could see with its blade-mangled face pressed against the stage floor: Cam.
The bestial shifter had been dealing with the clowns. In her brief moment of respite, she found enough time to attack the car. The car's undercarriage rattled as Cam struck it. Metal--if it could be called that--became dented and connections came apart. However, it was not enough to destroy the vehicle. After all, she was still only one person. What chance did a single person have at destroying a car by hand?
The clowns, it would seem, arrived as easily as they left. The doors of the car opened once again. A clown quickly crawled out, its body noticeably larger than the previous ones. Immediately after standing, it leapt at Cam in an attempt at delivering a flying punch directly to her dome.
Niid and Yasu's tag-team attack worked well. Niid's shots bore holes in the ringleader's visage. While they did not penetrate beyond its skull, a twin pair of flowery blooms replaced one eye and dripped foul blood above the other. The shots were enough to get the ringleader to one arm in front of its head and change its attempts at stopping Yasu to desperate blind swings. Her blade cut through the groin of the ringleader. Not the deepest cut, but enough of a cut to wound the beast. It roared in response; perhaps one was expecting it to purr instead.
What Niid learned from leaping at the ringleader, however, was that lopping a limb off was considerably more difficult than a makeshift neutering. If his blade had been wreathed in chains or had been a refined blade, then he could have made it. However, a machete made to hew would only become stuck within the dense flesh of a lion-man. Niid could only dangle awkwardly as the blinded ringleader's muscles seemed to thicken with each wound.
Niid's hang-time was cut short as the ringleader responded with a powerful shoulder check. The close distance meant that Niid was thrown--not struck--towards Yasu. Nothing would be damaged, save his ego.
Of course, that was only if the ringleader stopped there. It didn't. The ringleader pulled back its whip-holding arm.
Visions of death. Niid and Yasu both understood that, if they did not move, they would be bisected where they stood.
And the ringleader's arm, bulging and ripping with power, swung the whip at the two.
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