Duck down behind something and Fire through my own cover at the person attempting to suppress, due to the nature of how Physics works. At point blank range it should go straight through the cover without damaging it too much and nail the bugger.
While bullets were pinging off of your cover, biting good chunks out of the barely-hard cover with each hit from the suppression, you presses the muzzle of your Gauss pistol against it and pulled the trigger.
*CRIT*The force punched the spike straight through the cover, carrying force behind it and clipping the advancing suit in the upper leg, grazing the pelvis and carrying on into the abdomen to cause terminal damage to several internal organs. Then the force followed, the initial wound seems to warp around the hole as the man's entire lower half crumbled upon itself, then proceed to explode into glorious shower of gore and blood. The spike carries on, hitting the metal gate that's blocking everyone in and punched through that as well, causing it's immediate surface to twist into a nasty-looking jagged hole the size of a basket ball. You've no idea how many more people it killed as it kept going..
The unfortunate suit died immediately from shock and blood loss. The spectacular of his death providing fright to his surviving friends.
Zander will continue to fire his gun at any targets that present themselves.
One of the suits with knives stuck on him strumbled into your lane, and you punched a good three shots from your pistol right into his chest. Each one knocking him back with the last throwing him onto his back. Even if he was wearing body armor, that's going to keep him down for sure.
"You'll be fine. Now get some payback."
If some suits are bunched up together and no allies will be in blast radius, switch my .45 into HE ammo mode and fire off a shot. Otherwise keep firing with AP.
You spot a couple of the few-remaining suits trying to be all sneaki breeki at the flanks of your squad's impromptu defense ring and switched to HE ammo.
Now, using High-Explosive against human target is actually a war crime, but you couldn't give a rat's ass about it at this time and fired away.
That one shot hit an arm, the bullet buried itself halfway through before the explosives inside it detonates. The explosion tore apart the man's arm in a shower of gore and blood, throwing him against the wall while showering his partner in the gore of his wounded friend.
Both of them critically failed their will check and are now screaming for their lives, the wounded one clutching his bleeding stump and his partner abandoning all hope and making a run for the damaged gate.
You could taste bile trying to come up your throat, but after all the shit you've been through and Eldritch magic you've been playing with? it wasn't THAT bad after all...
"Alright you bastards, my turn."
Zach holds his Barretta (now with Lethal rounds, I started it off with rubber rounds) in his left hand and his .45 in his right hand. He shoots at the easiest target with both, his .45 using HE rounds.
Your eaziest target would be the last suit in your lane who's trying to push up, he choose his timing poorly. The moment you popped up with BOTH of your pistols, he knew he fucked up.
Your 9mm punched into his upper chest, sending him strumbling backwards but drew no blood. Then your .45 HE followed, easily punching through the light armor and burying itself in the man's stomach before detonating. This became the biggest gib explosion yet as his torso and legs were completely seperated, blood, guts and other unmentionables exploded out in a wide radius around your target. Bits of innards and a generous coating of blood splashes onto you. Ironically, this damages your will.
You suffer a level 2 fright. Bitter bile rushes up your throat and threatens to come out your nose if you don't let it go Right-Fucking-Nowish at something somewhere.
Holy fucking shit man, that guy just like, fucking
exploded all over you!
This further helps encouraging the suits that you're not someone to be fucked with.
Frazz takes out his knife,, and keeps it in his hand. He lobs a vial of acid (Based on the type found in 0002's stomach) at the nearest suit thats in cover
"I hate to ruin such a nice suit. Its nothing personal, its just business"
You lobbed the vial like a grenade at a suit shaking and cowering behind a piano. And while the use of chemical corrrosive weapons against live human targets are a serious war crime and against the Geneva Convention, you probably don't give a damn about it.
You are quickly reminded why, though. Though you didn't see the effect on the man himself, you could guess from the melting piano that something similar is happening, the scream of pure agony is not helping neither. You think his screams will be one of the many, many things that keep you awake at night now.
Arthur does either two things.
If the nearest suit is dead, loot his gun (preference for rifle)
If the nearest suit is alive, throw my knife at him and then loot his gun (same preference)
Arthur elbow-crawl over to one of the dead suits that Zander have killed and looted his weapon, though it wasn't a rifle, it was a machine pistol. Which isn't half bad.
Estimated numbers of War Crimes Fox hound have commited in this encounter: at least 2.Enemy team has routed!
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