((Holy shit that was a good turn. Wait now that Harry doesn't remember her oath of silence will she speak))
Seeing a badass just up and going 'I'm sick of this shit' and cleaving his way through the door Mark elects to follow and watch wishing he had some popcorn
You observe this paragon of manliness standing stock still in the doorway, basking in the glow of his badassery.
Heinrik grins, which resembles more like a sharks than any normal humans
"I like the way you think, mein friend, but sometimes cold anger works better."
Saunter though the now open doorway, keeping on the lookout for danger.
Heinrik then notices the men, and grins even wider
"You have a lot of explaining to do. Unt it better be fast, my patience is waning."
Casually point the grenade launcher in their direction. Finger the trigger.
((I would actually like you to roll to see if Heinrik fires a 'nade in there or not. Just seems to be about a 18% chance he's gonna do it .))
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"CALM DOWN, THERE'S NO NEED TO BE ANGRY - OH SHIT."Some giant brute bullrushes past you and towards the men.
"Fucking brilliant," Millie says under her breath, then tries to get up.
Try to get up and walk about. If that doesn't work, try to move around on all fours.
[1 + 0 = 1][4 + 0 = 4]
You fall flat on your face a few times and then successfully crawl about like a baby.
[5 + 1 = 6]
You could easily fit inside any of the vents and you currently cannot feel any air coming out of them, meaning there is little chance of the presence of giant spinning fans.
Big spots the men in the other room. Hell breaks loose in the mind of the beast.
RAGE METER: [!!!!!!!!!!]
"YOU TAKE ME FROM HOME!"
Big charges through the montley crew of other imbeciles, swinging his great fists around at the strangers.
[6]
[3 + 2 = 5] vs [6 + 3 = 9],[3 + 3 = 6],[1 + 3 = 4],[2+ 3 = 5],[5 + 3 = 8],[3 + 3 = 6]
[3 + 2 + 3 - 2 = 6]
You charge into the room and towards the men. All but one successfully manage to get out of the way, and the one who doesn't get's his ribs smashed by your fist. He flies a few metres and lands with a crunch, gurgling up blood.
Mark Kingston: tool kit, metal shards ( 10 )
Roy Strider: zanbato, kevlar body armour
Heinrik Wilhelm: grenade launcher, 40mm frag ( 8 )
Millie Q Frankowitz: kitchen knife
Cromwell Jackson: hat
Big Mclargehuge: fists