[Daemon marksmanship 5]
Firing solely at the relatively uninjured men of Group 3 The daermon goes for kills this time around
Group 3 Resilience
[Driver 2]
[AC Resilience 4]
[BM resilience 2]
The driver screams as his lower body falls away and the BM gets killed by another round slicing off roughly half of his body length wise. The AM only losses a hand though [med 6] which he manages to tourniquet it using one hand and his mouth not the most sanitary of methods but it certainly gets the job done.
Group 1
[Driver marksmanship roll 3] He still seems a little hesitant to fire his new bazzoka after what happened the first go round.
Group 2
The BM dies of blood loss
[AC Med 4] He puts a blood bag into himself and manages to keep shock away a while longer. He’s still bleeding though.
[Driver marksmanship 4]
The Rocket screams away taking off the sword arm.
[AC dex 5] He slams yet another rocket into the pipe.
[Daemonist dex 5] The dameonist gets up to the daemon before it can refocus it’s fire on him or reshapes it’s metal to crush him, and attemtps to banish the daemon daemoism 5+2=7 Daemon 2+3 Cutting his way to the control cables he quickly grabs his tuner out of the box and sets it to the ear piercing volume for banishment, the daemon shrieks the entire figure horribly contoring with every pitch and variation of volume the dameonist makes in his tuner, before finally the daemon loses it’s grip with it’s anchor and dissipates. The entire mecha it’s final form that of groutesque human face horribly contoreted with pain and rage seemingly attempting to consume the daemonist who is huddled in the middle where the tongue would be now teeters and topples over.
Well guess you need a new plane
None of the other MP’s do anything, mostly because they are either dead or still stumbling around in a fog of tear gas, they have been getting really unlucky with those wind rolls.
Chuck thermite at the daemon., grab the nearby corpses and wounded who can't fireof the military police and book it out of there. Drop the wounded outside and carry the dead to an alley way for subsequent looting if no one is paying attention to me.
You would do this except that the daemon is dead and the MP’s are gathering their own wounded.
((Can my new guy show up now?))
Get in there, grab Damien's Daemon knife and imbue a daemon into it, then try to get any surviving daemonists to assist me with the 420 frequency.
You would also do this except that the daemon is dead. Damnit.
Groo continues resting, eventually falling asleep watching the tranquility of the lake from his masterfully carved and comfy chair.
((How many of the MPs are even left alive now? I'm really happy Groo didn't fight.))
Groo kicks back and relaxs on his chair, it’s amzainglly comfy and lacking splinters, he mutters osmehting about shinies before falling asleep, waiting for the rest of the group to stop dying.
Try to hold on
[resilience 1] Your grip further weakens and blood comes pouring out of your legs, gasping you try to squeeze them shut again but the terrible cold and the weakness of you muscles is too much, with a shuddering groan you die.