DM_Matt
First Post
"Well, no point in delaying this then. I see you're dedicated to having our fight out here. Or were you hoping to take me hostage? No matter. I am no mere businessman, you fools. I am Ironblood, the Grey Gunner!"
Metal armor suddenly spreads over Jonasson's flesh, other than his head, and
large structures build themselves on his forearms, with small rail guns on the outside and shields beyond that.
Hope knows the name -- he was a leading scientist and bodyguard for Slobadon Milosovic until NATO made him search for a new patron in 1999. Hope is also aware of a classified mission intended to kill him before he could escape the country. Ironblood's rail guns were the actual cause of the first F-117 to be lost to hostile fire, not some old Soviet rocket.
Viktor transforms as well, as his limbs turn black and hairy and four additional ones sprout form his back. His eyes glow red and his face turns black. Pincers grow for his face. All the magic-users have heard of this one: Onigumo, a Japanese spider demon mercenary (he works for souls) known for his powerful shape-shifting and mental abilities as well as his animalistic brutality. They also know that he cannot be killed by normal means, but only through being burned by magical fire and finally slain with an obscure banishing spell (Ritualist should take care of that).
"Onigumo, guards, take them!"
Onigumo opens his pincers, and exhales an enormous volume of sticky webs which envelop the room. Everyone jumps for cover, and only Optic is slightly hampered (just entangled).
Jonasson starts expertly firing at the group, not so much mowing as blasting at each individually in rapid succession. Many rounds are actually stopped by the outer walls. They are apparently armored.
Nitro and Optic stand their ground, confident as the molten slugs bounce off Nitro's ripped abs and Optics' armor. (Nitro uses an HP to get a better roll after getting a staggered result) Nightweaver dives for cover and dodges the attack entirely. Hope is grazed, cutting a good chunk out of her shoulder. Shooting Star goes horizontal in the air, the bullets whizzing by her thin profile. Viridian at first thinks her force field blocks the shots, too, but suddenly collapses, banging her head rather hard on a coffee table. (1 Injury, 1 bruise, stunned, 1 more bruise on knockback). She looks down and notices that she's been shot.
No sign of the guards, yet.
Metal armor suddenly spreads over Jonasson's flesh, other than his head, and
large structures build themselves on his forearms, with small rail guns on the outside and shields beyond that.
Hope knows the name -- he was a leading scientist and bodyguard for Slobadon Milosovic until NATO made him search for a new patron in 1999. Hope is also aware of a classified mission intended to kill him before he could escape the country. Ironblood's rail guns were the actual cause of the first F-117 to be lost to hostile fire, not some old Soviet rocket.
Viktor transforms as well, as his limbs turn black and hairy and four additional ones sprout form his back. His eyes glow red and his face turns black. Pincers grow for his face. All the magic-users have heard of this one: Onigumo, a Japanese spider demon mercenary (he works for souls) known for his powerful shape-shifting and mental abilities as well as his animalistic brutality. They also know that he cannot be killed by normal means, but only through being burned by magical fire and finally slain with an obscure banishing spell (Ritualist should take care of that).
"Onigumo, guards, take them!"
Onigumo opens his pincers, and exhales an enormous volume of sticky webs which envelop the room. Everyone jumps for cover, and only Optic is slightly hampered (just entangled).
Jonasson starts expertly firing at the group, not so much mowing as blasting at each individually in rapid succession. Many rounds are actually stopped by the outer walls. They are apparently armored.
Nitro and Optic stand their ground, confident as the molten slugs bounce off Nitro's ripped abs and Optics' armor. (Nitro uses an HP to get a better roll after getting a staggered result) Nightweaver dives for cover and dodges the attack entirely. Hope is grazed, cutting a good chunk out of her shoulder. Shooting Star goes horizontal in the air, the bullets whizzing by her thin profile. Viridian at first thinks her force field blocks the shots, too, but suddenly collapses, banging her head rather hard on a coffee table. (1 Injury, 1 bruise, stunned, 1 more bruise on knockback). She looks down and notices that she's been shot.
No sign of the guards, yet.