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Edited by Will:
11/23/2015 12:34:32 AM
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[b][i]Proving Yourself: Heading Eastward, Golden City.[/i][/b]
[i] Lance walks from the South-East of The Golden City, Eastward, mulling over his interaction with Blackjack. Kill some cultists for Venom. Easy enough. The guy himself was intimidating as all hell, yet there was something off about him. Nothing sinister, he didnt think. Just..off. But the guy was high up in Venom, and if it meant that he could get up there as well, then he was all for it. If Crow was that good, he hate to see what Blackjack could do. Actually...he'd love to. He grinned under the hood of his black cloak. He was always looking to see skilled people in combat. But not as bad as he was looking for these damn cultists. What the hell did they worship anyway?[/i]
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[i]Above the cultist hideout, a massive Black Hawk helicopter thunders in, moving parallel to the edge of the roof. The cargo doors are open, and gunners are seen on both sides manning M134 miniguns. The craft bears its serial number, squadron insignia, and the letters VINC stenciled on the tail. On the stabilizer, is the familiar insignia of the blood-red cobra. A transmission is sent to both Etana and Lance, from the pilot.[/i] Hop aboard, gentlemen. We're on a schedule.
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Edited by EvoTymes: 11/23/2015 5:55:38 PM"On my way." [i]He said as he ran across rooftops to get to the extraction. He jumped in and took a seat, sword across his lap.[/i]
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[i] "Got it."[/i] [i] Lance replies as he makes his way to the roof of the building, hopping into the aircraft and taking a seat.[/i]
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A few robed men scamper into some ruins nearby He feels cold and his vision dims slightly. Whispers fade in and out of his hearing and he swears he sees someone at the edge of his vision
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[i] Lance draws Savior, the blade humming with blue energy as he walks towards the ruins. He runs his hands over the carbon fiber and titanium of his armor, inspecting it for flaw, before battle. As usual, there is none. He calls out, [/i] "Look guys, I gotta do a job, you guys have to die, sound fair?" [i] He chuckles.[/i]
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[i]No reply comes back, but suddenly, he hears a scream as a halberd-wielding man in robes rushes him, his face contorted in anger.[/i] YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS, SINNER!
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[i] Lance laughs as he steps to him, parrying the halberd, doing a 180 spin and sending a swing at his neck.[/i]
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[i]The cultist ducks, and barely avoids getting his head cleaved from his shoulders. He screams again, a guttural, animalistic scream, and within seconds, rifle fire and energy weapons open up on you from windows all around. The man fighting you charges wildly at you.[/i]
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[i] Lance grins as he creates a Hardlight shield around him with Savior, absorbing the projectile fire and drawing his revolver from his hip, firing a .44 magnum round at the halberd wielding cultist[/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/23/2015 2:11:56 AM[i]The shot rips through the man's chest, and he staggers, dead before he hits the ground. The bullets of the others ricochet off of the hardlight shielding. Some more rush you, hip-firing old assault rifles, some others brandishing machetes. All of them bear the same style of robes, and seem to raving mad. [/i]
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[i]Lance backs up to cover, behind some crumbling walls and ruins, blocking off the fire from the windows. He keeps the Hardlight shield up, as he dispatches two cultists with machetes, one with a parry and a slice through the throat, and another with a stab through the chest. He fires at two cultists at the windows with his Magnum, while he hides in cover from the ones hip firing him, hopefully forcing them to rush him.[/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/23/2015 2:23:15 AM[i]As predicted, the two hip-firing rush you, an shells tear past your face as you fire back. One of the men on the balcony is hit in the leg, and he falls to the ground, his body motionless after the fall.[/i]
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Edited by Will: 11/23/2015 2:30:01 AM[i] Lance moves quickly, with inhuman speed, blurring past the standing AR wielder and opening up his chest, as he prepares to fight more cultists.[/i]
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[i]The man drops to the ground, gun still going off. His friend, however, brings his rifle butt into your stomach, knocking the wind out of you[/i]
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[i] The butt of the rifle glances off of the carbon fiber and titanium polymer of his armor, as Lance shoots at his center mass with his .44[/i]
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[i]The .44 round rips through his chest, and he drops to the ground, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, as he takes a final breath.[/i]
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[i] Lance looks around, his Hardlight still up as he searches for more cultists before calling it in.[/i]
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[i]Everything seems calm now, no more gunfire, no mor screams. Looking up to the roof of the building, you see Etana, talking on his radio.[/i]
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[i] He waves at him before calling it in.[/i] [i]"Hostiles are clear."[/i]
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[i]The same cold, metallic, American voice is heard over your comms.[/i] Good, good. I'm sending an exfil helo to your location, hold tight for now.
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[i]"Got it."[/i] [i] He takes a seat against the rubble, cleaning his blade and strip cleaning his Magnum.[/i]
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Edited by EvoTymes: 11/23/2015 1:36:33 AM[i]A huge ball of electrify emerges in the sky and seemingly comes plummeting towards the ground. A large boom and crash upon impact pushing everyone down and away, the smoke clears up to reveal Etana with his Roc drawn and ready. His body and the air around him sparks and tzzs with electricity flowing around his body.[/i]
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[i]Many of the cultists get back up, even more angry, and rush the newcomer to the fight. Some remain in the nearby building, firing their weapons from balconies above.[/i]
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[i]He looked around him, a simple ground attack would finish these guys pretty quickly, he thought to himself. He raised his sword and stuck the earth beneath him. Electricity pushing parts of the ground upward and shocking any forces rushing him.[/i]
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[i]Many of them fall, their bodies in spasm fits, twisting and contorting in pain. The man from the windows above continue to fire at you, now using the railings as support for their weapons.[/i]
