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10-08-2010, 11:10 PM #1
Ramos and Leveticus vs. Criid and Lady J (Oct. NBR)
Me and my friend played an excellent 35 SS brawl today, which ended up coming right down to the wire. The objectives and crew were as follows: (keep in mind, we forgot that in brawls you take three schemes)
Leveticus and Ramos (Supply Wagon, Soulless Life, Bodyguard Ramos)
-2 Canine Remains
-4 SS remaining
Criid and Justice (Slaughter, Stake a Claim on the crystals, Assassinate Leveticus)
-Thee Death Marshals
-8 SS remaining
- - -
“There it is Doctor.” Leveticus gestured towards the center of the ruined city square before them. Amid the piles of debris, and partially hidden behind the thick fog that had wafted into the Quarantine zone a few hours hours back, were three vibrant green crystals, jutting out of the ground and pulsing with light. “Just like the book described it.”
Ramos grunted in acknowledgement. Behind him a massive spider construct jerked to a halt. It's chassis had been modified into a container of sorts, and strapped to its back was a complicated piece of machinery, haphazardly constructed from thin clockwork pieces and glass tubes, all hooked up around a dull green stone the size of a man's skull. A smaller creation scrambled around the transport's legs, and stopped and unfolded into a small workstation. He stooped down and took a spyglass from the creature, and peered across the square through it, frowning.
“See anything Victor?” Alyce skipped over to the two men, at her heels a pair of rotting creatures that at some point seemed to have been dogs, behind her a sad looking girl in a dress, with deep, empty eyes.
Ramos returned the spyglass. “Yes actually.” He turned to Leveticus. “It seems you were correct, the device is broadcasting this location to whoever has the tools to receive it.”
“And who would that be Doctor?” The other man squinted out, past the rotting frame of the window, trying to see through the fog.
“The Guild it would seem. I see no other reason for Criid to have set up an ambush here, of all places.” Ramos snapped open his briefcase, and removed from it three porcelain masks with leather ties in the back. “I would prefer it if they didn't know who we were.”
The necromancer took his mask and fitted it over his face. “And how shall we proceed?” His voice sounded strange and muffled.
“We proceed with the original plan.” He closed his briefcase, and with a flick of his wrist started up the transport's engines again. “Get the device to the crystals.” He turned to Leveticus, looking rather disturbing behind the blank white mask even to the mercenary, “Just be prepared to kill them when they get in the way.”
- - -
Sonnia Criid stood leaning against the remains of a wall, watching the square intently. Sammael Hopkins sat on an old block of stone beside her, watching the arcane device in front of him as it flashed and made small humming noises. “It seems to be saying that there will be a power surge in,” He flicked a dial on the side of the device. “Five minutes. You think whoever took the stone will try something them?”
Criid puffed on her cigarette, and then turned to look down at her partner. “Anyone smart enough to have stolen the stone, it's containment unit, and the other tracker would have figured out what kind of power that they had in their hands.” She paused for a moment. “And if they didn't, and we called the death marshals in for nothing, Justice is going to kill me.”
Hopkins cracked a small smile. “You think a Ressurectionist is involved?”
“I think so.” The Witchhunter took another drag from her cigarette. “I'm no expert, but that arm that we found at the entrance was either left behind from some sort of Resserectionist monster, or the some new kind of Neverborn that we've never seem before. Either way, I'd like to have the Death Marshals helping us if it comes to a fight.”
“And I to.” They sat in silence for a few moments. “Four minutes.” Hopkins stood up. At the other end of the square, a trio of figures had stepped out the mist, their white masks giving them what he though to be akin to the appearance of ghosts.
Criid smiled widely, flashing her teeth. “Right on time. Justice! We have company!”
- - -
The transport trundled forwards on it's six legs, puffing smoke into the air, Ramos, Leveticus and Alyce walking along side it. With a thought, Leveticus sent the two hounds rushing forwards towards the awaiting Guild, both of them barking and slobbering loudly. “Leveticus, unless I'm missing something, we appear to be outnumbered and out gunned.” The Doctor's voice didn't sound worried, it was more like he was pointing out a fact.
“Don't worry Doctor. I knew how important this was, so I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. Over there girl!” He pointed his staff towards the sheltering wall of a ruin, and his Waif stumbled towards it. “And here comes the first.”
A massive roar erupted from the alley to their left. The Guild, who had been picking their way through the rubble towards the crystals froze in place, glancing wildly around. Emerging from the alley way was a massive, bear like creature, grinning disturbingly wide with blood running down its matted fur from its jaws. The construct hurtled across the open ground in seconds crashing into the nearest Death Marshall. The man swung his coffin up in an attempt to stop the creature, but the pine box was seized and thrown aside by its foot long talons, which them proceeded to run the Marshall through and toss his lifeless body several yards away.
Leaping into action, the Witchhunter's Stalker sprinted towards the crystals, and the canine remains ran up to meet it. With a swipe of one of its cracked blades, the Stalker cleaved one of the undead creature in two, and then whirled on the second, warding off its jaws with the other. “And here's the other. Let the games begin Doctor.” Leveticus smiled, and then flicked his staff upwards.
From the corpse of the dog rose a black mist in the shape of a woman, clutching a pair of large and wickedly sharp blades. The Stalker balked for a moment, and backed up, carefully moving foot over foot across the broken ground. Leveticus crushed a soulstone in his mechanical hand and channeled a stream of energy from his staff into the Stalker, who froze, and then began dissolving in the wind as his body turned to ashes.
Bete Noire, now fully formed, cackled with glee and swooped towards Criid, who was leading the Marshall s in fighting off the beast. She brought her blades down in into the other woman's back, digging in deep and causing a fountain of blood to spring forth. Criid choked, and froze, unable to move, but Justice had heard the spirit attack and stepped lithely up next to it, slashing in a wide arc with her great sword. Bete Noir pulled her knives from the Witchhunters back, parried the first blow, and then dissolved into the fog as the second connected. Criid coughed up blood, life returning to her muscles. “Thank you.” She managed to blurt out.
“Any time. Take it down!” Justice screamed at the Marshals, who were dancing around the feet of the bear construct, stabbing it full of holes with their Peacebringers. The great creature roared once more, slashed out at a Marshall who ducked under the blow, and then fell to its knees as a coffin crashed into its back. The owner of the coffin pressed it's Peacebringer to its head and pulled the trigger, scattering small clockwork pieces and strangely, bits of wool all across the ground. The construct tipped forwards, lifeless.
Hopkins let loose a fusillade of bullets in the direction of the transport, and yelled out the Criid. “Behind you!” She and the Marshals turned to see a bloated creature drifting towards them, arcs of electricity dancing across its form. Ramos summoned a ball of crackling energy, and sent it hurtling at the Guild, forcing them to keep their head's down behind the crystals as his creation drifted close. One of the Marshals breathed out a soft “What the hell?” before it stopped in the midst of them and exploded in a pulse of electricity.
Leveticus smiled again, and then let the wind take hold of his body to, breaking apart into ashes and dust, and carrying him back to where his Waif lay hidden. He reformed, full of energy again, and turned to face Criid. He raised his staff above his head, and launched a bolt of decay in the Witchhunter's direction. “Not bad necromancer.” Muttered Criid, but before it could touch her, she batted it aside with a thought. Leveticus frowned, and focused his will on her, as she did the same to him. The two of them stood in concentration for a few moments, before Criid stumbled backwards, small patches of skin beginning to fall away on her neck and arms, and Leveticus himself wobbled slightly, grasping hold of a support that had broken loose from the building to keep his balance.
Justice, who had taken the brunt of the creation's explosion pulled herself to her feet and sunk her sword deep into the ground. She grabbed a soulstone from the pouch at her waist and smashed it in her hand, sending the power running along the ground and crashing up into the undead creatures. The remaining dog fell immediately lifeless, and the Waif exploded into a puff of ashes. Hopkins, seizing the moment leaped out of his cover and fired a single shot towards the masked necromancer, the bullet igniting in the middle of the air and then striking Leveticus in the shoulder. He turned to Ramos and frowned underneath his mask. “Sorry Doctor.” He grunted out, before dissolving into a cloud of ashes and dust.
Ramos waved his hand, and the parts that had made up the Teddy swarmed together into a small arachnid, which leaped up for one of the Marshals. He channeled the rest of his power into another bloated creation, and sent it hurtling towards the clustered up Guild forces, detonating it amidst them for the second time. A Marshall fell to the ground, twitching as the electricity surged through his corpse, and Criid, weakened from her duel with Leveticus, was blasted backwards into a wall and blacked out. From the body of the Marshal rose Bete Noire once more, still grinning madly as she fly at Justice. The blind woman neatly blocked the spirit's first two strikes, and then sensing a weakness, drove her great sword through the woman for the second time and sent her back to the grave once more.
Alyce stepped out from behind the transport, and leveled her gun at Justice, looking down the barrel through the two holes carved into the mask. The last Marshal threw itself towards her in an attempt to save his master, and Alyce ripped his head off of his shoulders with a mighty blow from her mechanical arm, but by the time she had aimed her gun again, Justice had ducked behind one of the glowing crystals. Alyce, realizing that the Marshal had managed to cut her, followed her target's example and stepped behind the transport, hiding out of sight.
Hopkins glanced at the device, hanging from his belt, and shouted to Justice. “One minute remaining!” The woman raised her great sword and charged out from the crystals, deciding to halt the transport's progress before it could reach its destination. She cleaved into one of its legs and severed it, but before she could continue Ramos had stepped up behind her, and pressed his mechanical hand against the back of her neck, sending a surge of electricity through it and knocking her senseless to the ground. As he did so, Hopkins replaced the device in his hand with his gun and fired into the Doctor's back, forcing him to take cover behind the transport with Alyce.
Ramos summoned a ball of energy in his hand, and stepped out to finish off Hopkins, but was immediately met with a hail of bullets coming from the opposite end of the square, far up in a ruined tower. Nino hooted with glee as the masked figure dropped to the ground, and then frowned as a smoky woman rose from his body and swooped down on his companion, Hopkins. The Witchhunter barely had time to register what had happened before Bete Noire slit his throat open with one of her knives, and then began darting across the square towards where the sniper had been hiding the whole battle.
Leaving Nino in Bete Noir's hands, Alyce ducked out from behind the transport, and saw that Ramos had struggled to his feet. The bullets had struck against his metallic chest, leaving no lasting damage. The transport slowed to a stop, having now reached the center of the crystals, despite losing one of its legs on the way. The device, now lying in a pool of Hopkin's blood beeped quietly as the crystals pulsed even brighter, and flash of light blinding everyone nearby. When his vision cleared, Ramos could see that the stone in the center of the transport was now glowing the same color as the crystals.
Alyce stepped up beside him, holstering her gun. “Did it work?”
Ramos removed his mask and smiled, blinking back some of the pain. “Yes, my dear. It most certainly did.” The transport stood up again, engine purring. “Now, let's go see where you master went off to.”
10-10-2010, 08:13 AM #2
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Excellent writen, sounds like it was a fun fight as well!
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