Sounds of explosions can be heard coming from the warehouse at the bottom of the map. Instead of an even bigger power armour that might be more cinematic, the seven men look like a gang out “Road Warrior” a “Mad Max” movie, with one coalition psychic soldier. (identified by the spikes on his helmet).

They set down on the roof.

The six road warriors spread out and move to the edge to face the SAMAS hoping they will make a pass.


The Coalition psychic lands with the others but instead of focusing on the SAMAS, he looks for the sniper; or Sgt. Gross as he knew him.

Sgt. Gross is by the west edge, facing over towards the flaming building and the odd wave of earth protruding from the ground beside it.

He looks back to see what the bloody hell just happened...

 As smoke, flame and general chaos cover a significant chunk of the battlefield, Masque picks up the cannon once more, keeping it well back from the windows as he moves through the house quietly, visor sweeping through the various spectra in order to watch for possible threats.

 Slowly, and with careful deliberation he ejects the l-clip, and replaces it with another, fresh one... then slowly and as silently as he can, draws first one, then a second vibro-sword, keeping them at 'the ready' rather than powered up and humming, able to reach that state in the length of a single swing.

 On the team channel, he sounds off. "Masque, I am alive in building left of tunnel mouth, no enemies. Who else?"

Xion checks in, "Xion here, still at the original building. Covered behind it, no enemies directly in my sights...What can you see from over there Masque?"

Upon landing on the roof, Saul quickly moves to pull the snipers weapon from his hands with his telekinesis.

Fearing that the news of his betrayal will reach the other members of the coalition,  Saul attempts to flip the sniper over, pull out his grenade pins, before throwing him off the roof.

21:27, Today: Saul rolled 18 using 1d20+3. throwing sniper off roof.
21:26, Today: Saul rolled 19 using 1d20+3. pulling grenade pin #3.
21:26, Today: Saul rolled 22 using 1d20+3. pulling grenade pin #2.
21:25, Today: Saul rolled 16 using 1d20+3. pullling grenade pins.
21:24, Today: Saul rolled 13 using 1d20+3. flipping over guard.
21:23, Today: Saul rolled 16 using 1d20+3. Pulling weapon from sniper.
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Van quickly spins his invisible "eye-in-the-sky" around to face the building where the 7 new figures. Who the hell are these guys? he asks himself.

He turns the computer toward Slate to let him see what's happening.

Silvermasque regains himself and hears the movement of troops in the building behind him. At least two grenades land in the room with Silvermasque and both troops are still behind cover...

The sniper falls from the warehouse, and the grenades explods just after he lands. He bounces back up in the air and then lands again... he may be unconcious but his armour is still in tact.

The Hellraiser continues to sink into the ground, now a foot under, while still pinned by a magic net.

When Mithas ran past the three fallen troops, he could see that both humans troops were dead, and the cyborg was severely damaged. The minotaur fired twice into borgs face casually on route to the building - finishing the bastard off.

Slate yells : "Light him up!"

He grabs Sailas' rifle and runs to the edge of his wall, and opens fire on the sniper on the ground.

 "Mostly, I can see..." begins the 'Borg, as something goes tinkle-tinkle and stops almost by his feet. In a far smaller, rather more tired voice he finishes the sentence... "Grenades."

 With the slow-motion speed of someone augmented beyond the limits of the merely human, the two-tonne bulk of the 'Borg begins to move in the direction from which the grenades came, conscious of the possibility of a trap but also intimately aware that the natural response of most people in a firefight is to hunker down and stay the hell out of dodge... and no flimsy exterior wall is going to noticably slow his progress, zero to sixty within a couple of meters powered by the fusion of new atoms deep within his alloy breast.

 And on the other side, there is time only for the high-pitched whine of vibro-blades and the cut and thrust of desperate melee before the powersuits can join in.
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Xion follow Masque out, running along his building for some type of cover, and firing upon the sniper as much as he can with his paired pistols.

Mithas hears a loud crash from behind him as he sees a huge, betean and battered tiger leap through a building wall.  Mithas readies his rifle, only for a moment... then, "Masque!"  Mithas waves Masque over towards him as the grenade inside the building Masque leapt from explodes.

Wait...there it is...the realization...

He looks down at Saila's lifeless body. The sniper. His face fills with anger as his hand slips into his demon-glove. Like a shot he's up, running in the direction of the fallen sniper. "THAT FUCKER IS MINE!!!" he yells as he darts out towards the downed soldier with little regard for anything else. His muscles tense with the supernatural strength from his demon-claw as he goes to grab the soldier and bring him back to the wall.
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At Slates command Sharp once again rolls out from his cover. Still lying on the ground he squeezes off two carefully aimed shots at the fallen sniper before Van makes it impossible to take a clear shot. Already out and shooting he will turn his attention to the Hellraiser that is sinking in the muck and unload his clip into it.

Van runs half way, before Slate, Xion and Sharp begin blasting holes straight through him.

It is debatable who's death was more brutal... Sailas' or the snipers'.

But Van didn't get him...

Silvermasque dives out of his building through the wall, and into the next, through the wall.

Both soldiers are still pulling out rifles, and Silvermasque easily parries the barrels. The giant tiger cyborg then proceeds to hack the two soldiers to death, severing arms as they cower in fear to the mighty Russian war machine.


The hellraiser takes a few more shots and continues to sink...

The trooper that threw the sniper off the building peers down over the edge of the building... and the other 6 men look disappointed that the SAMAS armours are going down already.
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Van grabs the corpse and slams it up against the side of the building. He wips off the soldiers helmet to look Saila's murderer in his lifeless eyes. Enraged, more by the fact that the soldier died before Van had his chance to personally administer justice than anything else, Van begins slamming the soldiers body against the wall, making cracks in the building.

"Wake up you fucking cocksucker! You're gonna wake up you piece of shit!! I will find a way to bring you back so I can send you to hell again and again and again you fucking cunt!! You will not get off that easy!! WAKE UP!!!"

He continues to yell at the corpse as the soldiers head cracks open and begins to smear blood and brain on the wall behind him which is almost broken through...War brings out an ugly side of some people.

Yet another soldier of the Coalition pokes up in the building above Silvermasque, and opens fire on the giant borg.

 For the couple of people in position to observe the short, ugly and exceedingly professional fight between the 'Borg and a couple of infantryman, it only underlines the very important message: Never, Ever enter an ass-kicking contest with a porcupine.

 It's probably ironic that technological advances from the golden age - the pinacle of human achievement and science are so perfectly and brutally suited to a style of warefare that went obsolete nearly a millenium ago, but it is nonetheless so the long, shearing lengths of the two burring vibro-weapons strike first sparks, then long arcs of blood from armour and flesh alike. Within moments there is nothing moving but twitching bodies and the 'Borg as he settles into a half-crouch in the nearest cover and scans the streets, his chasis punctured in a dozen places and little curls of blackened smoke rising up from where the synthetic flesh has been seared or burned away from alloy surfaces beneath - he's definitely looked better.

 And then yet /more/ weapons-fire starts to pour in on the luckless full-conversion from the building above, and he has to move - diving into the storm of shrapnel and wood spinters from the building that he's just leapt out of as two small spheres of metal count down and detonate, tearing the wooden-framed building apart in an exceedingly cinematic display worthy of a hollywood blockbuster.

 Even his two-tonne bulk staggered by the blast, the 'Borg drops to one knee and punches out with one of his hands, three long and flexible metalic tentacles lashing out a full ten feet beyond the reach of his arm, sparking with energy as they speed towards the lone gunman, independantly maneuvering and striking like a nest of serpents to entangle the man.
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As fast as Mithas saw the great cat, he was gone again.  Mithas crouches back down trying to catch his breath.  He reloads his rifle and begins to feel some of his power return to him.

Xion will open fire at the soldiers attacking Masque as best he can from his vantage point, making his way towards Masque as carefully, yet quickly, as possible.

Seeing the carnage unfolding beneath him.  Saul whispers to himself “ There is no turning back”, as he continues to watch and contemplate whether or not if he has done the right thing.
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Silvermasque entangles the soldier, and pulls him close.

By the time Xion gets there Silvermasque has killed him.



It is quiet...
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 [ Well, actually I was going to stun him... one prisoner per battle is a good average, and I don't know about the last one yet. ^_^ ]


 When the soldier goes limp, status to be determined later 'Masque carefully drops him to the ground, the wickedly barbed tentacles disapearing into his wrist as swiftly as they'd appeared... He swings his head, left then right... and drops back against a wall, flicking his swords to clean them in a habit that obviously pre-dates vibro technology (since you don't get blood on a blade that projects an oscilating energy field) and sliding them back over his shoulders before recovering his cannon and bringing it to 'the ready'.

 He doesn't look around as Mithas and Xion approach, instead continuing to cover the street with his gun. "Has gone quiet... now is time to worry about enemy who retreated to call for help, or who set traps... what next boss?"

PM

“Yeah you better run little beeoches!!” As they see the SAMAS in retreat. Slapping hands and giving each other high fives Ren and his copies all start to get down with a little victory dance. “Coalition on the run, look out now, because Ren and his homies are number 1.”

Looking down at the sinking Hellraiser “Eat fire, you coalition worm!” They all launch a number of flaming plasma bolts which erupt from their hands. The bolts are target at and coming streaking toward the downed bot, afterwards they just all laugh mockingly and continue on with the victory chant.

Van continues to pummel the dead soldier, finally sending the bloody corpse through the wall of the building, the back of his head split open, his deadboy armor dented and caved in on his chest, still shot full of holes from the rest of the squad. Van drops to his knees in front of the hole in the wall, his face spattered with the blood of his enemy. He is motionless. His anger seems to have subsided for now. He looks around to see what soldiers remain, then back to the wall.

Perhaps the danger has passed, perhaps the battle is won...now there's just the loss to deal with.

Slate stands up straight.

"Your name was Sharp right? Use your radio and fill in the rest of your team that we don't see any live soldiers. We may have to go building to building."