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Post by Admin on Mar 4, 2020 5:58:32 GMT
These guards are strong. really strong. When Hammett tries to grab hold of one of them the other manages to land a few solid punches to Hammett's midsection causing him to break his grip.
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Post by Hammett on Mar 4, 2020 18:04:13 GMT
Hammett didn't want to kill them, but it was looking like they weren't giving him much of a choice. "They must be part machine, like the Conductor" He thought. He goes defensive, curling up in a ball first, knees to his chest to protect himself, then he lets out a short, sharp whistle of Defensive Luck [Power Word: Defensive Luck] and at the same time tries to use his Strength and own personal Good Stuff to twist out from underneath both guards and get to his feet a few feet away from them. If that works, he will then draw his sword and switch to fighting that style [Warfare] where he hopes to have the upper hand.
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Post by Admin on Mar 5, 2020 4:52:26 GMT
A good plan! But Hammett does take a few more punches before he can get away and to his feet. Before drawing his sword he sees Strasser with his pistol pointed and the sergeant's head.
"An excellent show of strength and skill, Herr Hammett," Strasser says. "In more peaceful times you would have been a hero in the ring. We could have made millions in the arenas of Europe. But the show is over. Sit in the chair if you value your friend's life."
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Post by Hammett on Mar 5, 2020 6:27:56 GMT
OCC: Does Hammett know if his attempt to mold shadow on their guns was successful?
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Post by Admin on Mar 9, 2020 4:42:53 GMT
[OOC: It should have been successful but he won't know until they try to fire! It can be dangerous to assume too much with these people and their strange ability to successfuly fight against an Amberite. Well, successful compared to the usual run-of-the-mill Shadowfolk.]
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Post by Hammett on Mar 9, 2020 5:10:06 GMT
[OCC: well, who dares wins, and all that... Hopefully my Warfare and speed is high enough so the gun jamming isn't needed]
Without missing a beat Hammett whips his knife out and throws it at Strasser's gun arm, hoping to impale and disable his wrist before he can pull the trigger, or at least push his aim off. If lucky and Hammett's warfare is enough above Strasser's it will hopefully pin his arm to the wall (or just cut the hand off at the wrist given the damage and other special features of the knife).
"You'll find I'm full of surprises."
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Post by Admin on Mar 9, 2020 5:34:18 GMT
It's a quick, good throw. The knife buries its self to the hilt in Strassers wrist.
"Ohh, good toss," says one of the guards while his face begins to strangely melt and shift.
"Yeah, not just boxing but some sort of axe throwing contests would be great money makers too," says the other while his arms lengthen and shoulders widen bursting out of his uniform.
"Shut up and take him!" shouts Strasser while holding onto his bleeding wrist. "And get a medic!
The sergeant snuck out the door during all these goings-on.
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Post by Hammett on Mar 9, 2020 6:05:32 GMT
Hammett doesn't wait for the guards to finish shapeshifting or attack him, as soon as the knife was out of his hand he was charging Strasser. He grabs the hilt of his knife and it instantly transforms into a full sized sword, doing even more damage to Strasser's arm, which is nothing compared to the damage done as he yanks it out of Strasser's wrist an instant later. He gets behind Strasser and holds the sword to his neck.
"Call off your goons or they will be playing catch with your head, Major." He applies just enough pressure to start drawing blood.
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Post by Admin on Mar 11, 2020 2:51:25 GMT
"Eyarggblurghhhh!" Strasser says as the sword comes out severing his hand at the wrist.
"Ahhgblugberrrr!" he continues lookin at his hand on the floor. He doesn't seem capable of saying anything intelligible at the moment.
The demons look at Hammett with interest as he holds his sword to Strasser's neck. They don't stop changing.
"Looks like the old guy is done for," one says.
"Yep, nothin' but meat in a few minutes," says the other.
"So we got no beef with this guy?"
"No. Wait, yes! The dossier said he was a son of Amber!"
"Oh, yeah! I bet he'd taste good!"
The demons spread out and advance on Hammett. From outside the noise of the city has become louder and more frantic.
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Post by Hammett on Mar 11, 2020 3:10:45 GMT
alright then.
Hammett kicks Strasser towards one of the advancing demons hoping to slow him down by a moment or two, then goes after the other one trying to incapacitate it quickly before they can both team up on him. He strikes quickly going for major wounds or severed limbs, making use of the extra range his sword gives him and the major damage it does (plus his natural Good Stuff). He won't get too close to either of them though, if he can help it. He learned his lesson last time and wants to keep this a Warfare contest, not a Strength one.
Depending on how the attack goes against the first one, he will adjust his tactics.
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Post by Admin on Mar 12, 2020 5:21:48 GMT
The one demon catches Strasser in one large hand then tosses him back at Hammett.
"Unkbluuughtch" Strasser says as he loses his grip on the injured wrist and a fresh spray of his blood arcs across the room. Becoming sprayed with the fountain of blood, Hammett is unable to press his attack on the other demon.
As the two demons move closer the door to the room is smashed open by a wooden pegleg and Rilk jumps in, his tommy gun spraying bullets all over the room.
"Hammett, old friend, it's time to go." he calls out over the ratta-tat-tat of his gun.
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Post by Hammett on Mar 12, 2020 16:46:52 GMT
Hammett dives under the gunfire, and uses the distraction to get to the doorway beside Rilk.
"What took you so long? " He says jokingly, but his smile of thanks (and relief) shows Rilk how grateful for the save he is.
He looks back at the demons and raises his sword, waiting to see how the fare under the hail of bullets.
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Post by Admin on Mar 18, 2020 6:31:51 GMT
"Traffic, my friend. The city has gone crazy during the last hour," Rilk replies.
"I am beginning to doubt the efficacy of these bullets," he mutters as the projectiles bounce off the demon's hides, slowing them down but not seriously injuring them. "Maybe you had better run, eh Hammett? Events outside are more your scene."
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Post by Hammett on Mar 18, 2020 16:32:16 GMT
"Not leaving without you, Rilk."
With the demons slowed down Hammett pulls out his trump card for Wormwood's Office and opens the connection quickly. He will then grab Rilk and step through.
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Post by Admin on Mar 20, 2020 7:28:35 GMT
"Wait, Hammett, nooo-" Rilk says as he is pulled through to Wormwoods. The man's finger was still on the trigger and sends a ragged row of bullet holes along a wall shattering mirrors and a few statues.
Hammett sees the place empty of staff, shutters closed on the windows, shelves behind the bar bare, and the shadow people from the night before returned to bob and shift amid the dim outside light. There is noise too from the city beyond: heavy guns firing from a distance away, heavy props of German planes, cars racing, people wailing.
"Sorry," Rilk says looking at the destruction he caused. "I was trying to tell you that your gang had cleared out of here and are on the way to meet you at the Police Station."
Hammett sees a sheet of notepaper on the bar.
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