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[Twi]

Mister Knight in Shining Armor over here is probably the most tank-like thing in the area, let's be perfectly honest, despite  his diminutive stature. It's pretty doubtful that a tank could survive the pounding of his massive mace, the heavy swings fracturing virtual bones with every attack, grinding the giant alien down into a thin powder. Or at least, the important parts of the giant alien. Adao takes a few more over-enthusiastic swings than are really necessary, then finally lifts his weapon back up and scans for more things to brutally and rather roughly demolish. Or for flags to capture.

[kj1225]

Conall throws the knives he summoned earlier at some of the lightning flinging aliens before summoning a M1911.

[Stirk]

"Well this is the last place I saw her. Y'all can read, er, Pleiadian I suppose it is, correct? It says the captain's room is that way."

Brenda pointed toward the captain's office on the ceiling.

"Well I don' think its right for me to intrude on the business matters, and human biology makes that location difficult to reach. So I believe it would be best to part here. It was nice meeting y'all, have a nice day now you here?

[IamanElfCollaborator]

More and more sunbeams. Maria seems to be panicking and just blasting what she can with beams of sunlight.

[TheBiggerFish]

"Hey!  Panic after the fight!"

[TheBiggerFish]

((Bump))
Presumably the sunbeams take out the little things, allowing Friederick to do one last modification to the device he's wielding and blasting the big giant thing with what appear to be transparent knives of force or something from the wounds.

[hops]

The big alien was already down, you monsters. It pulped more.

The small aliens' retreat plan didn't work out so well for them as the magical girls shot them down one by one. After they mopped up the rest it turned out that some of the soldiers may have either fled or melted away.

The big alien (or at least the goo that used to be it) roiled ominously... before condensing into crystals which flew for the sky, but before they could go anywhere they were pulled by some unseen forces into the magical girls, where they just sort of phased into them, leaving a weird tingly feeling, maybe in their pants.

Presumably, more aliens lurked in the city, and as per convention of videogames which for some reasons were invented earlier in this universe, the path of the most resistance will likely lead to the nucleus.


"Oh, I believe I remember this place now. This was why we got a teleporter up there." John Smith paused for a moment, probably also figuring out how he would get up there before simply cupping his hands and shouted something that sounded so foreign that the translator implanted in Brenda stopped working for a moment. A moment later, John Smith apparently got beamed up, leaving Brenda with a bunch of awkward octopus men which just avoided her eyes.

[TheBiggerFish]

"Eww.

Onwards."

Onwards!  Refit device to just impart kinetic force at a distance.  Can't go wrong with that.

[kj1225]

Conall nods and starts forwards. He tries summoning a gun as he walks, you know, to see if it's possible.

[Twinwolf]

Elizabeth follows everyone else.

[Stirk]

Brenda makes eye contact with everyone the best she can, in an act of petty vengeance for the goop. After that task is done, she speaks.

"Well it looks like y'all are busy. I did my part, now I'd better excuse myself. Have a nice day."

She begins walking away again, back down the hallway in search for the fabled restroom of cleaning.

[kj1225]

After a bit of silence Connall ends up summoning an M19.50 to his joy. His smile falls however when he tries to shoot it and is met with a click. He sighs and tosses the ammoless gun away.

[TheBiggerFish]

Friederick catches the gun and starts assembling something that looks like an infinity symbol made of bullets.

[Stirk]

After a bit of silence Connall ends up summoning an M19.50 to his joy. His smile falls however when he tries to shoot it and is met with a click. He sighs and tosses the ammoless gun away.

((M19.50? M-1950 is a gas stove  . Unless you mean an M50 Reising, a sub-machine gun which competed with the Thompson, or a cross between the M18 (Bazooka) and the M20 (Super Bazooka). All in all, it would be weird to give something the model designation of ".5", it would end up causing more confusion then it would stop.))

[TheBiggerFish]

((Hi Stirk!))