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spyguy1503 wrote:

spyguy1503 wrote:There seem to be too many to defeat by force.

(Well, this should be fun.).

[Ooc: Go big or go home, right Rivi
Wait. Most of a 50 cal sniper rifle bullet melted when he wasn't looking? Crap. ]


WB: I don't think we have anything that can hurt the flying flamer up there boys...
3M: *We'll think of something*
YB: Du-na-da-na-na-na! Charge!
WB: Are you crazy? Oh, look who I'm asking...
3M: Hey fox mech. Maybe it's time for some close combat. Frosty the fireman there can't flambé us if we're by his friends. See if you can get behind the she who wields the shield... I'm sure Captain America has the legal rights to that anyway...

Marc charges at the tightly clustered cadre of costumes who suddenly bear a striking resemblance (in his mind at least) to the demented clowns in his bomb-tastic hallucination. This is for the pinwheels, you face-painting freaks! he screams as he releases one of his flash-bang grenades just before closing to melee range. Marc covers his own eyes and ears just before it goes off.

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Good thing Marc has that tasty "elusive target" bonus

seeing the shield go up max escalates towards the card lady and before shes 10 feet infornt of them teleports to behind slashing her claws, all the will coordinating with her drones to keep presser in front

(It's an ENERGY shield, Tristen. I'm ripping off Invisible Woman. Get your facts straight. Let's see, so far I've ripped off Agents of SHIELD, Invisible Woman, Human Torch, Gambit, and Solomon Grundy/Colossus. Dread Lock is somewhat original though. LOL)

3M detonates a Flashbang, which blinds Max for a second, before her visor adjusts. She teleports inside the shield, slashing Diamonds with her claws. Diamonds takes two claws to the face, and starts bleeding. Clubs grabs Hearts and carries her toward the submarine. The shield moves with him. Spades throws the objects from his pocket. They're playing cards. 3M scoffs, until one cuts a chunk out of his arm. This guy throws really, really hard. 3M bounces off of the shield.

[Ooc: lol, fair enough]

Marc braces up his AK and sprays a bunch of ammo at the 'card shark quartet', starting with Spades since he doesn't appear to be in the shield anymore. I can't tell if you're a Bullseye ripoff or a Gambit parody... either way you'll be hearing from their legal team I'm sure... *autofire* Well, not when you die, but youknowhatimsayin.

Over the gunfire he calls to Max, Any explodey bits, Fox-fire? We might need something that goes boom for the fly-boy up there.

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Init: [1d20+8]
Regular attack [1d20+4]
Bluff(+8) as a move(-4) to distract [1d20+4]
If it works, surprise attack +2 dmg
Dmg: 5+2

I'll let you roll the attacks. Going for all 4 cards (I realize some are shielded, but since it's invis I'm not sure which are.)

3M autofire 'card sharks' init, feint [1d20+8] = 14+8 = 22,[1d20+4] = 20+4 = 24
Sweet

max calls back "sorry my grenade launchers in my other pants" then she teleports to the club dragging the hart and gives him a good slashing trying to take out his movement aiming for the back his legs all the while yelling for her drones to start picking up some slack

As Max sprints toward the retreating pair, a wall of fire appears in front of her. It's really hot, so hot she can feel it from inside the suit. The paint starts peeling. She gets the feeling it would not be a good idea to go through it. The pair reach the submarine.

3M sprays at the Aces he can hit. They both feel the fury of his rifle. Diamonds goes down with a bullet through the calf. Spades is grazed in the face and non-throwing arm. He growls, then throws a royal flush of clubs at him. They cut the clip off of the assault rifle, not to mention significant portions of flesh. He hears something behind him, then turns only to see Clubs standing there, with, of course, a large club. He barely manages to dodge the giant club.


Rough map:

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S is the submarine entrance
C Clubs
H Hearts
F Fire
M Max
P is Spades
D is diamonds
3 is 3M

Hey! That was my favorite new bullet-holder! Bad spades! Bad, bad spade!
Marc drops the rifle and grabs at the club's hands, trying to wrench it away from him. What kind of costume is that anyway? Couldn't you think of anything good?

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Init [1d20+8]
All out attack [1d20+7]
Taunt as a move[-5 as move] [bluff to demoralize]: [1d20-1]
Also have the elusive target feat, which should help now that I'm in melee.

3M Init, Taunt, disarm attk vs Clubs [1d20+8] = 15+8 = 23,[1d20-1] = 13-1 = 12,[1d20+7] = 18+7 = 25

maxx huffs "fine" she teleports up near mister bic lighter wana be and slashes at him from afar with the claws EXTENDED REACH not wanting to actually be close to his heat and hoping the supersize of long range melee attack would hit easier

Clubs looks very confused. His costume is, in fact, quite cool-looking.

They are all styled like this, but the women are red and white and the men are black and white. 3M wrenches the club from Clubs, but cannot hold it. He drops it right between the two. 3M uses it as cover as Clubs attempts to smash him. Max charges at Supernova. She slices him, drawing a little blood which sizzles on the fire. She notices a crate labelled- "Fire Resistant Blankets". Diamonds walks casually toward the sub. The fire parts for her. Spades throws a card over the fire, right into the sub. Suddenly, he vanishes.

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S is the submarine entrance
C Clubs
B Supernova
F Fire
M Max
P is Spades
D is diamonds
3 is 3M
W is the Weapon

Give me a break, kid! Marc says, drawing one of his (many) new knives in one hand and a flashbang in the other. You look like some kind of storm trooper reject from the new Star wars movies! And what is with that hair?!? You think you're in a boy-band or something?!? Marc steps over the club so his opponent can't get to it easily. With his left hand he subtly pulls the pin from his flashbang and dropping it between them. With his right he flashes the knife, feinting one way and stabbing the other. He closes his eyes and covers his ears just before it goes off.
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Yay for Ambidexterity
Init 1d20+8
Stealth check to subtly pull the pin 1d20+8
Feintn as a move 1d20+4-4(as move)= 1d20
If feint succeeds then surprise attack +2 dmg
All-out attack 1d20+7
Dmg: 1 [dagger] +3 [Str] +2 [surprise] = 6 dmg
Rolls: 3M vs Clubs init,stealth,feint,attk [1d20+8] = 14+8 = 22,[1d20+8] = 6+8 = 14,[1d20] = 1,[1d20+7] = 14+7 = 21

Lol. No feint, I guess; but at least the other rolls were decent

max slashes agian but more to keep him fixated on her "ok stiletto com from behind with the flame retardant blankets and give this guy a big hug to put him out"

Stiletto does not respond. Max's suit's systems flicker. Something must be disrupting her technology.

Maxx growls accidentally causing the suit to growl in response thinking to her self "oh grate glad that still working not my to biggest allies but my emoticons are all on line" desisding to take things into her own hands she teleports to the blankets then teleports to behind the fire dude and tries to smother him

Max teleports behind Supernova with a fireproof blanket, holding it over his face. The paint on her suit blisters, but she holds on until he passes out, and the flames die with him. 3M pulls the pin on his flashbang, then tries to feint with the knife, but fails. Clubs lands a glancing blow on him, but gets stabbed in the arm as payback. He disappears suddenly, as the submarine closes its door and slips underwater.

[Ooc: does that mean everyone but supernova got away, or are there more little peon-guards around?]

3M: Rassin, Frassin, Clickety-Clack b!7<#-$m@<% sigh
WB: Well, it wasn't a total loss...
YB: Yeah! We got to meet fox-kitten over there! Rowr!
WB: Watch your mouth. She did really good catching that guy.
YB: Technically I don't even have a mouth, so ptbbbbbbb

Marc drags the club over to where Max is [assuming there aren't any other baddies around]. Great work, kid. Let's wrap this punk up tighter than one of them quesa-ritos at Taco Hell* (no relation to crappy taco places living or dead) amd take him somewhere we can all have a nice, quiet 'chat'