[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]