[!] HH - 3 v ?? (Robjereon) FIN

[Bilious]

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Rolling a 5: ALL PLAYERS AT ANY POINT CAN FORFEIT THEIR ATTACK TO ROLL 2d12. If you roll odd, you do this damage to your opponent. If you roll even, you do this damage to YOURSELF - no modifier. You feel an uneasy unsettling feeling, as if something is coming, but you can't place what or when.

Jerry had moved out on his own. He hadn't seen any sign of Wash, but the Moon was probably following Sasha still.

Good. It was good she was kept safe. Better her than him. His stomach still twisted. His fingers, more importantly, itched for battle. For a moment, he wished he had brought his ukelele along if only to keep them busy. It would have been a bad idea, all in all, and so instead he drummed a nervous rhythm against his leg as he walked.

The place was foggy as ever, and he was prepared for any moment something to come out of the mist...  

[Bloodlust Dante]

Leon decided to follow behind Jerry, it was due time for him to watch over the trigger happy sun hunter. It was inspiring and also frightening when the male went into a rage and decided to blast things to smithereens. but for right now, he didn't want to have the bazooka aimed at himself, the the life trainee kept his distance, close enough to talk, but away in case he fed the animal in the zoo. It was time for some small talk.

"So............. how 'bout them Yankees?" the athlete began awkwardly.

Yep, a real winner here ladies and gents.  

[Bilious]

The Sun hunter tensed at the sudden noise, a burst of green light from the whistle at his neck betraying his jump, but thankfully no bazooka appeared. "I'm more of a Philly's fan," Jerry murmured stiffly once he realized who it was. He relaxed slightly, but remained alert.

He didn't know Leon very well. He had been in the same training group as him back in the gas mask days, worked close with him as far as he could recall, but it was all murky now. A dream in a dream drowned by a year's worth of drama and trauma.

Keep it civil.

Bloodlust Dante

 

[Nio Love]

This would have been the perfect time for some kind of sarcastic comment about balls, or even a friendly comment about the team of choice Robert might have liked, if he watched baseball (which he didn't). But instead, when he heard the voices, Robert just moved towards the two until he saw them through the fog, and then joined them silently. His footfalls fell into step with Jerry, surging ahead, only to slow down and force himself to keep to their pace.

"There's activity to the right of us, and up ahead." He'd come from the left flank, which meant he hadn't seen anything. But the sounds of people yelling, and fighting, were prevalant from those other areas. "Either of you have a preference?"

Robert? All business? It was disturbing.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

Robert was serious. Dead serious after what Leon could tell from the normally aloof life hunter. More serious than himself. The brunette took in a hard gulp of air as he looked from side to side, the chance for idle prattle lost to the mists. if this was Bubba's way of coping to Petra's unavailability, it was going to make for a rough mission. "Any idea where the other teams are in correlation with our position?" he asked briskly, back into his own serious tone.

He didn't really expect an answer, given that the walkie talkies probably didn't work in this kind of location. "I want to say we go to the left, see if we can try and surprise anyone that is planning a sneak attack on the other groups ahead." he said thoughtfully. The mist did seem like a great place to laugh surprise attacks, or surprise the surprise attack as it were.

Really, he wanted to just try and talk to Robert, see how the idiotic hunter was doing, coping. At least it got Jerry's bazooka out of his face and the hunter relaxed, even slightly. "Didn't take you for a baseball fan Jerry." he said wistfully and gave the hunter a grin before looking behind the trio, someone had to guard their backs.  

[Baneful]

Home was inordinately problematic to find.

And everywhere there seemed to be obstacles hindering progress.

The fog coalesced before the hunters, swirling and shaping into the tall slender demon, tail curling behind it as it set brilliant yellow eyes upon them. Different. But obstacles nonetheless.

"Home." he stated, a perfectly enunciated syllable.

But for whatever reason, it did not attack just yet, instead it seemed to be waiting.


HP: 60

 

[Saliru]

The demon creature was apparently not alone; a soft distant howl could be heard before the mists swirled violently to form a canine creature at the demons side. Razor sharp teeth at the ready and aimed at the hunters. They were in the way of home... but it too seemed to take pause. Waiting. But what was it waiting for?

OOC

Total HP : 60/60

 

[Bilious]

"I used to go to games with my grandfather," Jerry muttered, but Robert's unnerving seriousness was enough to have him finally summon Roar outright, letting the glow from his eyes sweep the fog around them.

It was sad, seeing Robert so deflated, but he knew why.

Complete the mission, go home. Pray they all got out in one piece.

The scar creeping up the side of his face was itching.

Before he could ask Robert how he was fairing, they were suddenly not alone.

THIS is what he was waiting for, and the man's face contorted in a mixture of hatred and excitement as he swung his bazooka around toward the shifting, glow-eyed figure and fired.

The shot ripped through fog, but not the fog that curled around the creature, and the Sun hunter staggered back, cursing under his breath. Just calm down. Head in the game.

Damage: MISS
Charge: 0/3, 0/3, 0/3
HP: 60/60  

[Nio Love]

Robert wanted to slap Leon upside the head for choosing the only direction he'd said wasn't an option. He'd just come from that way, and there was no one there - walking in the direction he'd just been would be a gigantic waste of time. And Robert was itching for a fight.

But before he could say a word, a fight came to him.

"Looks like you got outvoted. Flank this guy. Stay out of the second's way." Robert sounded like he knew what he was talking about. And it was kind of unnerving, even to him. He summoned Jezebel quickly, held it in front of him, and took one side of the creature formerly known as Zar, letting out a violent yell as he ran for him.

But by the power of magic he ended up impaling himself instead. Because life is funny that way.

HP: 36
Damage: robert  

[Bloodlust Dante]

Jerry had a semi normal childhood. Who knew? The boxer was taken aback by jerry's lack of happiness, it was as if the days of being here was starting to weigh the man down. The happy go lucky smile of the fellow trainee from long ago seemed ragged, worn down as block after block of trials and tribulations began to bear down on his shoulders. Before he could speak up and get a syllable out, the sharp alarm by Robert had the hunter reaching for his summoned chainsaw.

While everyone else had a nice quiet weapon, Leon had one that was constantly noisy, in his head or otherwise. It was a pain to carry a weapon on such a covert mission. He was not a master of the art of silent killing.

He was the master of not listening to Robert as he went after the other misty figure that was left to its own devices. "I'm not about to let this other THING stab us in the back while we aren't looking!" he argued back, putting the mechanical blade to the animals torso.

HP: 50/50
Dmg: 7
CHRG: 1/3 (none used yet)
Target:

Saliru

 

[Baneful]

Nothing more was said by the creature, words had ceased to have a purpose. All that mattered was home.

And some unscheduled tasks that needed organising. There was something distant and careful about the demonic one, eyeing them keenly, the only hint as to the fury that coursed below the surface at this hindrance being the tension in his posture, hands clenched tightly as he observed them.

As Leon assaulted the other, Zar finally snapped into action rounding on him with wicked sharp and very real claws, before with inhuman quickness swerving to attack the other nearest figure, who just so happened to be Robert.

HP: 60
DMG: 6
Targets: Leon, Robert

 

[Saliru]

The creature took the hit and snarled one singular word, "Home," before charging forth at the ones who dared stand in the way of that goal.

Teeth and claws lashed out in frenzied desperation; aimed at the loudest in it's way.

OOC

Total HP : 53/60
Damage done: 9
Targets: Leon & Jerry

 

[Bilious]

Jerry gave a sudden snarl as he was sent tumbling by the foggy wolfish figure's attack, but managed to land in a crouch. Roar was hauled up again, and he wasted no time pulling the trigger, this time aiming for the creature's nose.

HP: 51/60
Charge: 1/3, 0/3, 0/3
Damage: 4
Target: Nuru  

[Bloodlust Dante]

Leon was well aware that to fight would mean a few lumps and bruises, it was a hazard that came with the occupation knows as a fighter. he just didn't expect the shadowy duo to come directly as him from both sides.

There was no chance to deflect anything as both sets of claws ripped into his torso, one side more deeper than the other as fabric sheared and hung on in tatters and the blood that began to pool at the wound. Black fabric turned wet and deeper as it slowly began to stain the white jacket over it. The life hunter gave a grunt at the strikes and did his very best not to grip at the deep cuts and keep his weapon upright.

It was not the time for weakness, far too early for that. "You things and your Home, home, home." he muttered bitterly as he spat at the ground and straightened his weapon. "Come, I'll show you where your home is, after I'm done hacking you to bits and pieces!" he yelled with a rage after jerry landed a blow on the demonic looking wolf and charged in with a lunge.

"Nice shot Jer, keep them coming!"

HP: 35 /50
DMG: 6
CHRG: 2/3 (no charge attacks used yet)
Target:

Saliru

 

[Nio Love]

Robert stopped short of throwing his weapon at Leon for a minute there, when he ran into the fray - reminding him a lot of himself, when he saw it. And he suddenly wondered why he wasn't making the same old stupid mistakes, himself.

And then Zar and Nuru flanked Leon, and Robert remembered why.

"OH LOOK." He yelled out at his felllow Lifer. "THE ******** GOOPY GREY JELLO MONSTERS FLANKED YOU. ******** you assholes, I should join their side."

HP: 30
damage: robert