"fuck."
Panic.
Overwhelmed by PTSD and your impending doom, you panic and connect yourself to one of the parachutes. You then proceed to curl up in the corner of the cabin, sobbing about how Daemons incinerated your minor league baseball team, the Eternally Damned, which you'd formed with Best Friends #3-9.
Keep trying! Throw in an aileron roll for whatever dubious benefit it may grant!
[piloting 6] [Short Sunderland piloting 4] [short Sunderland tail machine gun 1] [Sunderland dorsal machine gun 6] [short Sunderland waist gunner 6]
Groo's neurons decide to keep rolling with their good idea, further increasing the speed of their plane until the lever promptly breaks off in Groo's enthusiastic grip. Undeterred, Groo continues to push the broken piece of metal forward as hard as possible. Meanwhile, a plethora of dials and gauges go into the red zone as the plane's ascent angle degrades into a perfect negative ninety degrees. Daemonpants starts to whimper even more than usual and grips the straps that connect his parachute to the wall. The gunners open up on the plane spiraling toward them. The tail gunner, clearly somewhat new to this, viciously attacks a nearby cloud formation, while the dorsal and waist gunner both focus fire onto engine 4 of the plane. Groo throws his head back and laughs as the uncontrolled bomber slams its left wing into the cockpit of the Sunderland, killing the pilot instantly. [Wing strength 1] As the entire wing snaps off and lodges itself into the now pilotless flying boat, one of Groo's brain cells ponders whether or not Groo should have done major structural repairs using only duct tape. The other two occupy themselves with the topic of terminal velocity as the bomber spirals towards the ground.
Varion Nods to him before taking up his stance again
Whom ever wins, you are a worthy enemy.
Atempt to grab his wrists as He goes to stab me, step to the left then stab him in the ribs
dex roll 4
strength roll 4
Chainsaw guy dex 3
Chainsaw guy strength roll 4
Chainsaw guy gives a curt nod in response and charges towards you, his knife centered for a vicious thrust. You grab his wrist and attempt to stab him in the chest… well, you would if you could spare your strength. Unfortunately, you realize with a sinking feeling that Chainsaw guy is pretty strong and that taking a hand away from the knife right now would be tantamount to suicide. As the two of you struggle, you both hear a manic laughing and notice the floor of the plane slipping away from your feet as the plane begins to spin. [resilience roll 4] [chainsaw guy resilience roll 3] You both are slammed into the side of the plane several times. Chainsaw guy slams into the bulkhead and is stunned for second when you land on top of him. This situation is quickly resolved as the plane's cabin lurches into full zero-G and you both lose your grip on your knife. At this point, you and Chainsaw guy can do little more than try to hide the fact that you have just soiled yourselves as you stare at each other from opposite ends of the cabin. Amidst the shrill, falsetto scream of the wind and Chainsaw guy, you hear the sound of a hatch being thrown open, followed by the puffs of two opening parachutes. The other two boarders seem to have abandoned ship, taking two parachutes with them.
Continue firing.
This is battle, there is no reason to stop firing for any reason other than no chance to hit.
((the reason you only fired once is because the 20mm cannon is a manual reload and can only fire once per turn))
[marksmanship 2]
You once again fire and once again completely miss. Damn! They didn't teach anything at sniper school about firing cannons. Before you can curse your sniping instructors and try again, you notice that the plane is really fucking close. Like, super close. Like so close that you could reach out and HOLY MOTHER OF GOD BRACE YOURSELF and you are suddenly thrown violently into the glazed glass [resilience 1]. The impact knocks you unconscious, and you quietly collapse to the floor of the cabin. Daemonpants sees you and begins whispering about Best Friend #1 looking just like that when the Daemons disintegrated his soul at the monthly Daemonologist Academy "Thinning of the Herd." Best Friend #2 looked similar, but with more blood. #3-9… well, they all disappeared into comparable piles of ash. Daemonpants had always had trouble keeping friends.
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