Project Daedalus (Issue #4)

[Shalimar]

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Rachel picks up Sarah and Miguel surprisingly gently for all the muscle that is cording her arms. Cradling them both to her chest as if they were weightless, she leaps away from the giant, kicking off first one building and then another and another, she uses her momentum from her first leap and adds to it with each kick off, traveling a hundred feet without her feet touching the ground.

Leaping sprint 100 feet. Sarah and Miguel aren't even a light load.

 

[Agamon]

Initiative: Misha 25 (1S, 1L, 2HP, disabled), Neutron 22 (1S, 2HP, unconscious), Blizzard 21 (1S, 2HP), Lupa 15 (2HP, hybrid form), Elementor 15 (1S, 2HP, stunned), Cumulus 14 (2HP), Mimic 11 (1S, HP, unconscious), Sarah 11 (1S, 3HP, dazed), Shimmering Samurai 9 (3HP, 1S), Silvertip 9 (2S, 4L, 5HP, fatigued, unconscious), Big Ugly 9 (9VP, entangled), Tyroc 4 (3HP)

Cumulus, flies back and stops above Rachel and her charges, looking at what has happened in disbelief. Unable to see the monster through the ice cloud, she starts to make her way over to Neutron.

Sarah awakens in Rachel's arms, but isn't quite aware where she is or what's happeneing yet.

Kiro rises from where he landed. He spots young Aaron still in a daze near him, and raises his light field once more as he moves to protect the boy from attack.

It only takes a few steps in Misha's general direction before the thing is peering outside the living cloud of ice. Getting a closer look at it, it appears to be mutating even further as each moment passes. The massive eilte, ice still glistening over it's hide, spots Misha, and though it is quite some ways away, it lunges forward and swats down at him, as a child might swat a bug. The massive hand slams hard down into Misha before he can jump out of the way, and though he's still standing, it's obvious he very badly hurt.

Attack roll: 13, VP used, 28 critical hit
Damage save (DC 34): 23, 1L, disabled

Ouch, Misha is damn lucky. Mimic? And Tyroc, you are up. This is likely my last post until Friday night/Saturday morning, just so you know. I'll do my best to keep up in games I'm playing in until then.

 

[Mimic]

Yes, Miguel will use a hp to try to wake up.

 

[Shalimar]

Attack roll: 13, VP used, 28 critical hit
Damage save (DC 34): 23, 1L, disabled

wow without the armor, that would have been a DC 41 Damage Save

 

[Tokiwong]

Misha cracks a bloody smile, "Ouch..." is all he can manage.

"Tyroc... this thing is still mutating..." he manages.

 

[Calinon]

"Sweet Jesus," Tyrone says to himself as he hovers far above the street. "What the heck is happening to this guy."

I need to get him away from everyone, and out of the city, and the harbour is the closest option. If I can get him into deep enough water, it should negate a good portion of his strength and mobility, he thinks to himself. Plus the military can strike him there with far less damage. He's probably beyond comprehending anything I say, but I bet he'll recognize taunting.

"Hey, moron!" Tyrone shouts down tauntingly. "All that effort and you still managed to miss me! You sure are pathetic! Come on, dimwit! Let's see if you can catch me!"

Tyrone is already moving off towards the harbour, glancing back to see if the thug takes the bait, preparing to put on an extra burst of speed once it seems the goon will chase him. He angles towards a nearby building (or suitable ledge... a dangerous plan forming in his mind if the goon is prepared to play follow the superhero.

Taunt +8, Flight (40 feet; extra effort if it is apparent the big goon has taken the bait to double my movement to 80 feet. HP to counter fatigue. I should be sufficiently high and far enough away that he won't be able to reach me with a jump or by reach). Hopefully, I can end up close enough to a roof or ledge to land on it or drop to it without effort next round. Of course, my force field, ineffective as it will be, is still up.

 

[Tokiwong]

Misha fights to remain standing, "Nice... status report people... who can fight... who can't... all those still capable of acting... following Tyroc... he has a plan... at least I hope so..."

Leadership usage, and well trying not to aggravate his injuries.

 

[Elementor]

Once Aaron is unstunned, he will resume his flame form and fly off after Tyroc as Misha suggests.

 

[Shalimar]

Rachel lets go of Sarah and Mimic nowthat they are out of the giant's path. Growling, she shifts back to her wolf form. The cinnimon furred wolf licks at Miguels face trying to wake the unconsciousMexican Elite, but gives up and sprints off after Tyrone and Aaron.

free action to shift, and full action to sprint after everyone, 240 ft sprint

 

[Hammerhead]

Jennifer's form scatters, then winds blow around Tyroc as bits of ice form themselves into a vaguely humanoid shape, at least for the moment. Where are we leading him, sir? she asks in a detached manner. I have to stay cool if I'm going to beat him, she thinks to herself, trying to calm her beating heart...ironically, a heart that doesn't exist at this point in time, but one that Jennifer hears anyway.

Tell me what you need, I'm 100%.

Move 40 ft. to catch up to Tyroc, and then ready action for when he comes close to any team member: Obscure +3 to blind him.