Arc 1, Thread 2: The Reconnaissance of the Royet (Grunt)
((Hunters:
6, 5, 5, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1 & 1.
*Init 32 + Footwork 20 + AB 10 = 62
*CG 31
9, 8, 8, 7, 7, 5, 4, 4 & 2.
*Init 28 + Footwork 20 + AB 10 = 58
*CG 27
10, 9, 7, 6, 5, 5, 5, 3 & 1.
*Init 35 + Footwork 20 + AB 10 = 65
*CG Fails, but that doesn't matter...
Attack R1:
8, 8, 5, 5, 4, 3, 3, 1 & 1
*Break Cover Ground 28 + Strike 20 + AB 10 = 58
*Attack 25 + Strike 20 + AB 10 = 55))
They're through the first door almost immediately, and just in time. The doors slam open, and a raging horde of... humanoids... in metal armor spill out with impossible fluidity. They're thin, graceful, almost cat-like, riding horses with mouths too wide and teeth too sharp.
"THE FUCK!" Mastiff fires off into the horde. It stops some but doesn't do much; he then focuses on firing behind him as he takes off in Grunt's wake, using the Air aspect's draft to try to keep pace, burning a ton of essence in the process. Shots taken behind him seem to do little to stop the tide. They're quick, almost always on their heels, until eventually they reach the hallway just before the bridge. The door is shut, slammed tight, and that's enough for the graceful humanoids to reach them. They dismount, drawing thin sharp blades of brittle glass and laughing with alien chattering.
Before Grunt can try to key the last pad, one throws his sword through the control panel. The other advances on Mastiff and Grunt, trying to catch both in one sword-stroke with an impossibly long and thin sword.
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