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Ides · 03-13-2008

"Let him go!"

The man was touched in the head, and the spirits protected such people. It would be bad luck on the group to interfere with him. Of course it was pointless trying to tell these people that. Garvel had barrelled into the man before Blake could take half a step and Carcer was already calling for blood. Throne, were they trying to get them all killed?!

"What are you...?!"

"Begone off-worlder! We don't need your kind!"

Oh for the love of...

A group of eight armed thugs were closing in on them, all of them with Painted faces. Thankfully they hadn't drawn their guns yet but that could all change in a second if... The thought froze as the sharp crack of ionised air swept through the alleyway. He hadn't fired, and Carcer and the Priest didn't have lasguns....

Tell me he didn't...

But he had. Garvel had his lasgun out, firing from the hip into the thugs, and Carcer had his shotgun out a step behind. Wonderful. Just fething wonderful. IF there was a surer way to draw every thug and guard imaginable tumbling at them this was it. Did none of them have so much as a lick of sense? He was forced to admit that at least the priest seemed to have a head on his shoulders, using his hammer. Of course the man immediately ruined the moment by charging forwards and doing his best to get in the way of Carcer's and Garvel's shots. Just. Bloody. Perfect. Cursing fluidly in the tongue of his tribe, he glanced around him, taking stock of the situation. Someone had to take control.

"Garvel, Carcer," he called out clearly, drawing his sword. "fall back to those steps and use the high ground to your advantage. Angelus! Fall back next to me."

If they had even a modicum of sense (which he doubted) they'd comply, and draw the thugs in. If not he'd have words with them later. Snarling, he feinted left, took aim, and slashed at the first thug to reach him.

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Actions: Ready (half action), feint (opponent must take WS or may not dodge or parry attack next turn), aim (+10 WS for this attack), standard attack.

03-13-2008	#46 (permalink)
Ides Lieutenant Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: Ireland Posts: 1,102 Rep Power: 3 Thanks: 19 Thanked 49 Times in 47 Posts Blog Entries: 4	Re: Illumination - Dark Heresy "Let him go!" The man was touched in the head, and the spirits protected such people. It would be bad luck on the group to interfere with him. Of course it was pointless trying to tell these people that. Garvel had barrelled into the man before Blake could take half a step and Carcer was already calling for blood. Throne, were they trying to get them all killed?! "What are you...?!" *"Begone off-worlder! We don't need your kind!"* Oh for the love of... A group of eight armed thugs were closing in on them, all of them with Painted faces. Thankfully they hadn't drawn their guns yet but that could all change in a second if... The thought froze as the sharp crack of ionised air swept through the alleyway. He hadn't fired, and Carcer and the Priest didn't have lasguns.... Tell me he didn't... But he had. Garvel had his lasgun out, firing from the hip into the thugs, and Carcer had his shotgun out a step behind. Wonderful. Just fething wonderful. IF there was a surer way to draw every thug and guard imaginable tumbling at them this was it. Did none of them have so much as a lick of sense? He was forced to admit that at least the priest seemed to have a head on his shoulders, using his hammer. Of course the man immediately ruined the moment by charging forwards and doing his best to get in the way of Carcer's and Garvel's shots. Just. Bloody. Perfect. Cursing fluidly in the tongue of his tribe, he glanced around him, taking stock of the situation. Someone had to take control. "Garvel, Carcer," he called out clearly, drawing his sword. "fall back to those steps and use the high ground to your advantage. Angelus! Fall back next to me." If they had even a modicum of sense (which he doubted) they'd comply, and draw the thugs in. If not he'd have words with them later. Snarling, he feinted left, took aim, and slashed at the first thug to reach him. --------------------------------------------------- Actions: Ready (half action), feint (opponent must take WS or may not dodge or parry attack next turn), aim (+10 WS for this attack), standard attack. __________________ 'Do it?' Dan, I'm not a Republic serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago. For sale: One soul. Mint Condition, never been used. Last edited by Baron Spikey; 03-13-2008 at 08:43 PM.