UltraValican
You time is right enough to finish the third tome. You open it and continue reading, but just in five minutes you hear hevy, metal-clinging steps. They are clearly not Jurand's, you hear a pale voice of Jurand, then a roaring voice that sounds like if a lot of men were speaking on the edge of their voices simultaneously. You cannot define neither what they say, nor even the language they speak.
WhitusOpus
You throw your gaze over the scope and enjoy the panic for a moment. What a marvellous piece of chaos you've just done. Quite a rare sight.
You get back to the streets and proceed back to the guild uing mostly non-crowded streets and lanes. Though there are still some men here, you feel something with your back. someone is watching you. Maybe following you, looks at you through the crosshairs. Maybe it is just your wet coat. Something's wrong, that's what you can say for sure. As you look at Henrik with a question in your gaze, he answers you with the gaze which holds positive answer. He feels that, too.
Alexandria
Concentrating, you order commander - a sturdy man in coat behind a few lines of soldiers - to order to lay down weapons and surrender. [3] He stops giving any orders because of a momentary distraction aтв stands with an astonished look.
Shootin' part. Just understood that I forgot your personal +1 for Gunslinger (check your charlist in OP). Let's mind that two more dead by your shots.
You're still operating in three groups.
Team Center
[initiative roll - 3 vs 2]
[6+1] This shot pierces two men in a row. How did you do that?
[5+1] Head explodified.
[2]
[1]
[6] Ribcage? No, more like a hole, that's what that guy has.
[1]
They respong with gunfire. You spot a squad with anti-panzer rifle. Oh shit.
1 x [1-2]
2 x [2-2]
3 x [5-2] You're suppressed by fire and caused to retreat back and use men's barricades as cover
1 x [6-2] you get a minor injury - a bullet comes under one of your scales. That is painful. Very painful. You occasionally drop one of your guns while retreating.
[anti-panzer shot - 5-2+2] One of your girls falls dead with a bloody mess instead of her upper body.
Team Right Flank
[initiative roll - 6 vs 5] They advance and shoot.
[4] Glanced - helmet saved his life. His is unconsious, however.
[1]
[5] Dead. Neck wound. Lots o'blood.
[3]
Respond (riflemen)
[6-2]
[4-2]
[4-2]
[6-2]
You girls roar of pain caused by torn scales. Yes, some were occasionally orn by those shots.
Team Left Flank
[initiative roll - 2 vs 1] Here advace continues as well
[1]
[2]
2 x [3]
Not efficient in matter of bodycount, however
Respond
[5-2]
[4-2]
[4-2]
[2-2]
They are not too god, either.
Caerwyn
You deaclare your find aloud. You argue about half an hour, for a closer look reveals that the lever is intended to be turned by right hand, until Zigfried, who held his words at all times, just came closer, put the right hand inside it and turns the lever inside.
Two events happen at once - Zigfried screams and pushes his hand back, and when he does... his hand is covered with a massive angular gauntlet. At the same time, huge gates open with thunderlike roar of rusty hinges.
((Rolepgeek, understood))