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Voting closed: April 10, 2016, 09:48:36 pm

[Hawk132]

Here they are. Now... about that arm.

Inject myself. Then try to get my belt off (unless there's something in my medkit for that exact purpose) and tightly wrap it around my stump. Well, as tightly as I can while having one arm and being half-conscious.

[Romans]

From now one we can't test this shit by our selfs we have to do the buddy system, hey Zach you have this guy on camara can you send us the feed?
Zander finishes checking both the Mag Rifle and his Machine pistol and make sure they're ready to go, leveling his Mag Rifle he's ready to go.

[zomara0292]

"So the rumors were true? Cool. Think you can get me something to shoot balls of water or acid out of 'Betsy'? Or something to make my big sword hit harder?"

[~Neri]

"Probably with enough studying."

[LordPorkins]

((Oh, and i forgot to mention Frazz cues his iPhone to play Strike the Earth at max volume.))

[vkiNm]

((Oh, and i forgot to mention Frazz cues his iPhone to play Strike the Earth at max volume.))

[Are you absolutely, positively certain about doing this in the middle of a fight?]

[LordPorkins]

((Frazz has the phone set so it plays that music whenever he says the phrase "ITS ON BITCH"))

[vkiNm]

((Frazz has the phone set so it plays that music whenever he says the phrase "ITS ON BITCH"))

[Right...]

Here they are. Now... about that arm.

Inject myself. Then try to get my belt off (unless there's something in my medkit for that exact purpose) and tightly wrap it around my stump. Well, as tightly as I can while having one arm and being half-conscious.

You did your best, considering that you have just one working arm and is practically half-dead already. You might just be able to live a little longer!

"ITS ON BITCH"
Injects self with stim while hurling vial of acid.

You stab yourself with your stim, feeling a rush of energy and strength. Screaming your battle cry, your phone disabled the earphone and started blasting your choice music at full output.

You haul a vial of acid at the mutant intern who is giggling so much right now, and he swats at it with the captured guard, making the vial explodes against him, melting his skin, cloth and armor. The shock, the pain, the everything was too much and the guard expired.

The Intern is giggling so much now. He thrusts his hand forward with incredible speed, and even though you've got adrenaline pumping through your veins, you could barely see the hand coming to grasp around your neck. Before you know it, you couldn't breath. Air is being choked out of you and you're lifted off of your feet!


The elevator dings and opens.

Foxhound is inside, and you see the Eldritch-powered intern holding Frazz up by the neck in one hand and a dead, melted guard in another. You don't can't quite see him very well since Frazz's body is in the way.

Of course you could just Gauss through if you wanted, that thing could probably penetrate a battleship's plating. But it's likely going to turn both Frazz and the Intern into gibs if you shoot them with Gauss weaponry.

[~Neri]

Aim for the legs. Intern is holding Frazz up. That means the legs are exposed. A single Gauss round will most definitely end this.

[Romans]

Also fire at legs with mag rifle, in case tal misses one shot after all.

[Hawk132]

Can't really do anything with my guts like this. Guess I'll have to wait until the intern is dealt with. Hopefully he's dealt with quickly.

Live.

[Twinwolf]

If Tal misses, Gauss.

[LordPorkins]

Pour Acid onto Evilterns Arm!

[heydude6]

Aim my gun at the intern's face. If I can't get a clear shot, then aim for the arms.

I think it would make quite the nasty crawler.

[zomara0292]

Vigil pulled out his combat stimulant and pushed it through his veins. Waiting for just the right momemt, right at the end of the first salvo. The instance that passed was him not thinking, but nearly letting his skills take over. His legs burned with energy as they barely touched the ground. Fifteen paces. His strides were long, covering nearly three times his normal, and ached with the shear amount of force he was pushing through them. fFive paces. He jumped into a c like roll as his hand reached back to unlatch his heavy sword. The momentum of the roll landed him right behind his mark. The push out of his roll, back to his feet dropped him four paces away. One more than the length of his 'Serpent's Nail'. With his sword unlatched, and practically in his hand, he swong it up, over, and down, aiming right for the intern's head.