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Post by dakota on Jul 3, 2013 13:39:41 GMT -5
Homicide took the blow to face fro Tom as Sara saw another blow glance off Homicide's thigh. Spitting blood, he lashed out towards Sara as his hand morphed into a vise grip like claw and grabbed Her around her throat 1d20+8 (simultaneous strike)
He jumped to his feet, dragging Sara with as he squeezed just hard enough to make breathing difficult but not impossible. " Stand down tin man. I could snap her neck like a twig but I'd be lost without her to torture anymore." He fluttered his eyebrows and smiled despite the blood spilling from split lips . He spit again, and a tooth went with," Dammit, I just had that put in. You want her to live," he leaned in and smelled behind Sara's ear, " you best eat back against the wall." He started backing for the door
Long struck, but he could tell Rusty's armor protected her from it as he broke free of the leg hold. Instead of lashing at Long though, she served up a viscious kick as she got to her feet directly to Trevor's exposed ribs just as he was starting to get up. Long could hear the crunch as Trevor let out a cry and curled up in a ball to protect his ribs from anymore.
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Post by doc on Jul 3, 2013 15:44:04 GMT -5
Tom backs off. "Wow, you enjoy fighting a girl. Real tough man, you. Should get your picture framed."
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Post by bones0 on Jul 4, 2013 17:44:48 GMT -5
Did she take any damage from that kick? If so, here it is. 2d4+2 of damage From a crouching position, Long jumps up above Rusty and comes crashing down with a two-fisted super power-punch. 1d20 to strike "Bad form. Kicking somebody when they are down. Try that over here. Let us see what an old rust bucket like you can do." If there was any damage from that then 1d6*10+2=52 <script type="text/html" id="overlay_tmpl"><div id="<%= overlayId %>" class="_ziggytv_overlay_style" style="left: <%= overlayLeft %>; top: <%= overlayTop %>; width: <%= overlayWidth %>; height: <%= overlayHeight %>"></div></script> |
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Post by foxx on Jul 7, 2013 7:23:10 GMT -5
Needless to say, Sara was not in a good mood due to the change of circumstances. Now she was Homicides prisoner, which could be a good thing seeing as he wasn't using someone that couldn't defend themselves. He would have to be careful with her because one screw up and she would be all over him again. She would have to be careful in order to keep him from breaking neck at the moment. She would look for an opportunity to jack him up when she could.
Perception 1d20
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Post by dakota on Jul 8, 2013 11:28:21 GMT -5
"It's call survival, tin man." Homicide replied, dragging Sara towards the exit by the throat. " Once you've been in the game for a while, you will understand. But don't mistake Angel here for a lady. She's more machince than anything, at one time a killing machine before she lost her edge and went soft."
Though he had a hold of her, Sara could tell he was focused on Tom and not her.
Long knew his blow had glanced off her metallic armor, but the hammerfists knocked her aside though it didn't seem to be hurt that badly. She ignored Trevor's moaning on the ground and turned to Long, assuming a fighting position. She was suddenly engulfed in a tongue of flame and screamed in both pain and surprise as Trevor unleashed a flamethrower like blast and the sprinklers activated.
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Post by doc on Jul 8, 2013 11:48:47 GMT -5
"Then what does that make you? Just another low-rent thug for hire?" Tom calls back as he follows.
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Post by foxx on Jul 9, 2013 7:45:15 GMT -5
Sara realizes that Homicide attention is totally on Tom, allowing for her try to gain the advantage on the situation. Homicide was hurt, that was their advantage. Homicide could probably break her neck, or seriously jack up the flesh around her neck which would need immediate medical emergency care. Lucky for her they were in a hospital. The thought of being turned into a paper weight did not appeal to Sara, but neither did letting this clown get the better of them or worse, get away. This guy was their only other lead to finding out what was going on here.
So that left her in a desperate situation that meant she had to get creative. Nothing like a little pressure to inspire one.
They were heading for the door way. That may prove sufficient enough for her to try to kick both legs against the door from and try to throw Homicide off balance, maybe even release her. She was kicking with the full extent of her strength, hoping like hell he can't get leverage to try twisting her head off.
Strike (against door frame) 1d20+2
Perception 1d20
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Post by dakota on Jul 9, 2013 21:22:20 GMT -5
"Low rent? Why you miserable little...," Homicide never got a chance to finish his retort as Angel sprung. Her tactic did throw her former partner off balance, but as he fell, his hands did not release and she felt an incredible pressure pulling her down with a vise like grip that caused her to see spots, the first sign of blacking out (roll vs coma/death to avoid blacking out) Either way, Homicide was trying to get back up.
Tom saw Angel's tactics give him an opening as the two enemies sprawled on the floor just as the fire alarms for the building began going off again
Long saw Trevor's desperation worked as Rusty reacted in a panic and bolted, singed by the flame blast. Trevor curled into a fetal position and whimpered, "Chase her metal ass to Tom. I'll wait right here."
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Post by bones0 on Jul 10, 2013 0:06:38 GMT -5
Long chases after Rusty. If he happens to pass a doctor along the way he points back to Trevor, "Help him." as he passes. Got to make sure not to lose sight of this metal mugou (bitch). As soon as Long catches sight of Tom, "Tom! Got a new toy for you!"<script type="text/html" id="overlay_tmpl"><div id="<%= overlayId %>" class="_ziggytv_overlay_style" style="left: <%= overlayLeft %>; top: <%= overlayTop %>; width: <%= overlayWidth %>; height: <%= overlayHeight %>"></div></script> |
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Post by doc on Jul 10, 2013 6:49:20 GMT -5
Tom races to get to the falling duo and pry open Homicide's vice grip with his two hands to get Angel free.
1d20+3 (strike to grab)
As he hears the others he shouts. "Kinda busy here!"
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Post by foxx on Jul 10, 2013 7:32:24 GMT -5
Coma vs. Death to avoid blacking out 1d100 +50%
If Sara makes it through without passing out, she will help Tom try to pry open Homicides vise to get free. Once free she'll turn back on him drawing her energy sword and putting the emitter right on Homicides forehead. "Give it up Homicide, or I'll boil your damn brains!"
Strike 1d20+1
Intiidate 50% 1d100
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Post by dakota on Jul 11, 2013 18:49:34 GMT -5
Long could see Sara was in some sort of choke hold that Tom was trying to free her from. Meanwhile Rusty crashed the party, with a flying kick destined for Tom's ribs 1d20+8
Things were blacking out from oxygen deprivation for Sara, so even as she pressed the blade to Homicide's skull, she couldn't tell if he was bluffing when he looked her right in the eyes and said, "Come on, do it and we go out together, Angel.", then winked at her.
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Post by doc on Jul 11, 2013 20:12:28 GMT -5
Tom ignores the strike (under his AR) as he focuses his strength to pull apart the prying visegrip.
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Post by bones0 on Jul 12, 2013 22:54:00 GMT -5
Without even stopping, at the same time that Rusty is making a flying kick at Tom, Long runs at Homicide. Does a flip and lands standing on Homicide's torso like those little Russian acrobats do at the Olympics. 1d100 for the flip without falling over. 1d20 to strike on target. <script type="text/html" id="overlay_tmpl"><div id="<%= overlayId %>" class="_ziggytv_overlay_style" style="left: <%= overlayLeft %>; top: <%= overlayTop %>; width: <%= overlayWidth %>; height: <%= overlayHeight %>"></div></script><script type="text/html" id="overlay_tmpl"><div id="<%= overlayId %>" class="_ziggytv_overlay_style" style="left: <%= overlayLeft %>; top: <%= overlayTop %>; width: <%= overlayWidth %>; height: <%= overlayHeight %>"></div></script> |
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Post by foxx on Jul 14, 2013 9:38:00 GMT -5
Sara really wasn't interested in going out with Homicide, not before he went insane and definitely not now. Instead she pulls the blade away and tries to take his arm off at the elbow that is holding squeezing her neck closed. A last pitch effort to keep him from making her pass out.
Strike: 1d20+1
Damage: 5d6
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