WARNING! - RANT VENTING! Hey, you know that lung thing I've been down with. Turns out to be Pneumonia... the woosy kind you don't go to hospital for and that normally the young or OVER 65 get... For fuck sake!!!. Well, ain't this fucking great. If I had the capacity I'd kick a puppy, I'm that pissed. No beer just more antibiotics. Bahh! I was sweating buckets just doing this report but I'm fed up with myself so... RANT VENTING OVER...
+++ POST APOCALYPSE SURVIVORS +++
An eerie glow begins to pulse from a red gem on Blitzens wrist...
All I can say is that hell has a special place for me and Massam. She is 16 now, right?!. Err, sorry Blitzen.
A weird transformation takes place... um.
Just not right. The things you do for fun. *sigh*
The Blitzen/Witchblade meld to each other greatly enhancing her powers and providing a weapon that can change at need to items of deadly power.
A special Hell, with special kinds of nasty red hot purgatory for people like us, Massam. We are so dead.
Blitzen engages her Witchblade shield and deflects a response shot from an UDSM as she closes on them.
The Witchblade rapidly grows into an obsidian blade which she uses to de-limbs one of the OTC Glaive armed UDSM's.
Then she shivs him right through the back destroying his holstered Blaster Rifle in the process.
Before spinning him around...
and slamming him into the wall as a shield. The UDSM is still alive as he still has his head but he's in trouble having been pinned on Blitzens Witchblade.
The Assassin Droid hoping to catch out the bunched together UDSM eposes himself on the remains of the tower.
Before he can fire another UDSM fires in response.
It's a hit!..
The Assassin Droid is down but gets to make an "I'll be back" regeneration roll in the end phase.
The Crying Deadly Spaceman is in trouble too and makes an impassioned plea to an estranged colleague.
Crying Deadly Spaceman wrote: We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother!
A once member of the Azure Guard considers his life to date...
and finds it lacking. Swayed by the words and what he used to be he turns on his Brothers.
And displaces to a defendable corner of the base.
The Crying Deadly Spaceman scarpers for cover firing as he goes. The shots impact on the UDSM but his OTC got in the way of the head shot, again another UDSM down but not dead.
The Crying Spaceman turtles in a corner of the towers ruins.
The Trikes find the mass of rubble hard going but make as much distance as they can.
Mini-Warhead finally wakes up after being thrown by an explosion (6+ roll on a D6 and it took about three turns, well, he is still just a kid). He recalls some Peach bastards were responsible.