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Skyhooked wrote:It's unknow if it is Stan's sharp eye, a reqired secondary power of any gunslinger, or Glutton's roaring helped him to spot two boxers, but it a fact, that Stan fired a few shots from his winchester rifle at Glass Joe and one at the Pacific glutton.
Meanwhile, other sqadmates were alerted by Stan's shooting and grabbed their weapons. Then they proceeded to seek the hostiles. Seth looked at Stan's direction, so he will be covered in case someone tries to get behind him, Bjorn of Steel assumed position near the barricades together with Casey.
As for John Walker AI, he detected some suspicious movement in other place. Looks like not only boxers were nearby. However he didn't know what was that, so he took cover behind a big Green sofa and prepared to shoot at probable Demoman's direction as soon as he detects an attempt to attack or even peek. He didn't know yet, who was that foe.
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by Brigida » Sun Feb 10, 2019 6:32 pm
Veise wrote:A red-coated soldier peered through the windows of the castle and saw the two approaching boxers.
"Lord Astre..." said Lysander, running a hand through his curly, greying brown hair. "Two approaching. It's those boxers."
"I see. Take two of your puppets. Rachel, you're with them. Try to fight them inside the castle." replied Astre.
"Yes, milord." replied both subordinates in unison. They flash-stepped out of sight.
The approaching Don Flamenco and Super Macho Man could see the doors to the castle slowly open, beckoning them to enter. Were they to look, all lights were off, and the natural light let not much more than a petite figure with a enormous sword and a soldier with a shotgun waiting for them staring back together.
by Veise » Sun Feb 10, 2019 6:44 pm
by Brigida » Sun Feb 10, 2019 9:17 pm
Veise wrote:Something suddenly shut the door behind them: a third soldier with a shotgun, with an affixed bayonet. The Red Soldier that Super Macho Man charged took aim, gentlemanly enough to allow Rachel to remove her hood, revealing that she was actually a beautiful maiden of sky-blue, thick hair in a bob and expressive, cutesy features. She got in a fighting stance though it was one that allowed her to keep her blade on her shoulder.
Finally, the Red Soldier fired, and the Door Soldier who closed the door began to sprint and close the distance towards Super Macho Man.
by Veise » Mon Feb 11, 2019 7:28 am
by Brigida » Mon Feb 11, 2019 7:40 am
Veise wrote:When Super Macho Man spun him around, a series of spiky needles all over Red Soldier's would erupt from the skin of the Red Soldier, puncturing puny holes through his cloak and threatening to seriously injure him. The Red Soldier, having double the strength of an average body builder (just say a average-heighted guy who's 'ripped' as an average), would very much be able to overpower the boxer during moments of vulnerability, and would attempt to quickly round-house the boxer and then perform a powerful flip over and reasonably far behind him to set up a team combo between himself and Door Soldier.
Rachel slid her foot like a bull preparing to charge. "I'm afraid I can't understand you, dashing warrior, so let us speak with our arms!" theatrically called Rachel. "HRAAAAAAAAGH!" cried Rachel as she jumped high into the hair perhaps thirty feet, before coming down towards Don Flamenco like a falling star with enough strength to form a crater the size of a small car were her blade to touch the ground.
by Veise » Mon Feb 11, 2019 7:49 am
by Brigida » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:01 am
Veise wrote:Red Soldier suddenly flash-stepped behind Macho Man, closing the distance rapidly and attempting to perform a sudden flying back kick, while Door Soldier abused the spear-like range of his bayonet'd rifle to attempt to stay out of a range and puncture the boxer's chest. It seemed they were not in a speaking mood.
Rachel was, one again, completely unable to understand a word Flamenco said and resumed her fighting stance. She darted forward, slid her dominant hand up to her zweihander's second grip, and attempted to flick the upper end of the six-foot blade at Flamenco.
by Skyhooked » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:08 am
by Veise » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:09 am
by Brigida » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:18 am
Veise wrote:The Red Soldier was thrown back by all three blows, deep metal clunks resounding and launching the soldier back through the air. He caught himself in a handstand and threw himself back upright and immediately, fired a pair of grappling hooks at Macho Man, attempting to impale him twice before coming in for a powerful, gas-boosted super dropkick, hoping to launch him back into Door Soldier who would, in case of the drop-kick working, thrust his two legs out hard and send Super Macho Man towards the ceiling.
Rachel did not expect the man to be able to rush through her six-foot safety barrier so quickly and found the narrow area above her womanhood shook and her jaw struck. She staggered back, not even falling over but still grunting in pain. Her abs and her jaw were like punching leather though; not even squishy and remarkably tough. She narrowly recovered and put up a defensive guard in case Flamenco wanted to follow up.
Skyhooked wrote:Seeing, how Hippo and Glass Joe had problems during their retreat, Stan managed to fire another three quick shots from winchester, before his foes manage to escape, until a bullet from some unknown foe made him lose his hat. That made him to get back to the shop and look for other position. Which was present near the window, because it was overgrown with vines. He picked up his hat, and got inside. After that, he crouched and started to watch for potential targets from there. He positione himself a pace back from it, so a flash from his gun won't give him away. Then he reloaded his gun and prepared to wait.
As for other Skyhookedians, they patrolled the yard with their guns ready. They took different directions, but tried to be in eachother's sight, so their backs will be covered. John Walker AI, who learned from his bitter previous experience with Spy, now scanned area with infrared vision.
by Greater South » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:29 am
by Veise » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:35 am
by Brigida » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:53 am
Veise wrote:Macho Man's thrashing was highly exploitable. For a moment, the Red Soldier found himself flung, but quickly detached a single hook (causing the already gruesome would to get much worse) and shot it into the ceiling, yanking Macho Man into the air. Door Soldier took crackshot aim...
Rachel still didn't understand a word he said. She launched herself at Don Flamenco, though a bit ahead in his predicted circle, and began to spin slash rapidly, letting loose a war cry.
by Skyhooked » Mon Feb 11, 2019 9:20 am
by Veise » Mon Feb 11, 2019 9:28 am
by Brigida » Mon Feb 11, 2019 9:39 am
Veise wrote:It was all in vain. The chandelier arm bounced off Door Soldier with a metallic thud, though it left a cut in the cloak. As Macho Man headed for the ceiling, three more figures emerged from the shadows, and they and Red Soldier grappled and gas-boosted up for him and clung onto him and suddenly began flying downwards. Door Soldier quickly ran under their trajectory, and an enormous stalagmite burst from underneath Door Soldier's cloak.
"Medieval Technique; Reverse Pikeman!" shouted a voice, whose origin was masked as it echoed around the throne room.
Rachel was not having such fortune, as her spin was all for nothing, taking a blow that knocked her thoughts out. She put up her guard afterwards and slipped out after receiving a few blows. She grit her teeth, infuriated, and held her Zweihander like a spear, and slid her foot back like a bull. "Damn you!" hissed the girl, before charging, rushing in to impale Don. "HRRAAAAGH!"
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