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RP [Tsumi] Volume 1, chapter 1: With overwhelming force

SirSkully

FM of S6
Game Master
It was quite an unheard of thing for a high-born Tsumi to praise a low-born without looking down their nose and speaking with disdain, and Rekkin had heard the applause from Marraken though made no indication as such - the one horned bull was in the zone and nothing but pure rage and some of his own blood escaped the slits in his armour as he rolled off the same corpse that two of the Tsumi's axes were still buried deep in, ruined armour and bone keeping the weapons in place for now.

Rekkin had no intention of leaving them there for too long but had this armoured brute to deal with as he clawed through the space between the axe and the metal-clad legs, managing to narrowly avoid the axe as it sailed through where one of the bull's horns used to be - same horn that'd been used to rip out one eyeball a long time ago.

The one horned bull had one hell of a swing but that armour looked thicker than anything he could bust through with the current weaponry being carried so Rekkin opted for a different plan as he tried to navigate around behind the brute and nimbly scurry up its back, because those horns looked like great hand-holds to try and break the big fuck's neck with...
 

club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
So far it seemed that the others were terribly eager for blood, do they not understand that everything happens for a purpose? I have seen glimpses of the truth and I now know that my fate is guided by the gods, and I am their chosen champion up until I am defeated by a stronger opponent, but that day will never come.

Now that this hall is cleared out a little I think it's time to make my move, this is an opportune time given to me by destiny and I shall claim its value through spilling the blood of the filthy rebels.


Jaytorr twirled his axes once before a wide, manic grin split his face as he charged into battle, leaping and ducking past the purge to get to the front, setting his sights of one of the filth off to the side who seemed like he was about to slink away. With his remaining lower arm the relatively short Tsumi delivered an uppercut right to his preys jaw, burying the axe-head in it and pulling him in close. "You could have been saved if you only followed the right path, but you have strayed, and for that reason you and I crossed paths and now you will die a dishonorable death." He said casually before turning around to face his back to the enemy, wrenching the axe up and over his shoulder to tear off the jaw it was attached to before driving all three home on the pitiful creature's back to end him.

All of these bullets are so annoying, Tsumi shouldn't be fighting with guns, they have no grace or elegance like an axe or a sword. They sting so irritatingly it just makes me lose my mind!

Several shots had found homes in Jays arms and legs, setting off the spark inside the unstable creature which would soon erupt into a raging inferno of screams and blades as his berserker instincts took over.
 

SageShooter

Well-Known Member
Sekhmet grunted as she felt both the mace crush into the side of her ribs and the knife sink into the flesh of her gut between some of her armor. The mace wielder would find themselves in a game of speed and reaction as her top left arm swung one of her vicious axes down with the intent of taking off that poor appendage that had caused her pain in her side. She would take the weapon if she got the arm off, and if not well she had two other arms already swinging weapons at the poor soul in retribution for the injury.

Her free hand drew the knife out from her gut and slid it into her leg armor as already, whether or not the first target went down, she swung her axes for the next target. With each cut and swing her entire upper body to generate more force behind her already considerable size to draw out as much damage as she could.
 

Jack Pine

Staff Member
FM of S6
Game Master
Horus knew he needed to think quick, he always did, as the battlefield was no place to be slow. But the purge leader and those charging just ahead of the blood bathed Tsumi were leaving no shortage of replacements. Pulling one blade from the ragged hunk of flesh that his meat shield was reduced to, the man lowered his stance and ran the blade through the corpse freshly dropped by Marraken before tossing aside deteriorating foe.

Once he had done this, Horus continued as before, but quickened his speed to keep up with the accelerating advance. He was placing shots down range after another, picking off targets to stem the flow to be more manageable for his comrades. But he saw how Sekhmet was having trouble, and instead focused his fire more on the incoming foes that fell towards he side of the charge. If one of them fell, there would be a gap, and that would great weakness in the formation as a whole. His mind was always running through options and actions, and in such confined spaces, the integrity of the group mattered more then individual carnage. Charging as a group left no room for the enemy to slip by, but instead face a wall of hate and death.
 
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IQ

FM of S6
Game Master
Sparks flew up from the metal surface - a deep dent left from impact, the brute roared out and tried to spin around, though was already grappeled by Rekkin. Flailing wildly to get the pest off of his back. Feeling the strain put on his neck, the Tsumi could only cuss out Rekkin. Though both of them were hulking beasts of death - and while Rekkin's attempt was smart, he hadn't counted on the muscle outclassing his. A different approach was needed, or help. This became apparent as two of his arms moved up to grasp at Rekkin's chestplate, pulling him up and over, before tossing him on the floor. The loud chiming as the brute thudded his metal gauntlet on his breast resounded through the sounds of combat. A challenge, in the midst of battle.

The brute charged forward, heaving the axe once more and aiming to bring the massive weapon down on Rekkin. Though a feint, leading into thepommel to smack against the one horned bull's facemask with extreme concussive force.

Jaytorr's axe-head slammed into the enemy's jaw. Though when he turned around, he had effectively put himself in a blindspot. He didn't see the other Tsumi, armoured and bearing a kiteshield charging for him. Driving all three axes in his foe, before a he was shieldcharged - an attack that would effectively lead to him being knocked to the floor. A large hammer, held in two right hands, sailing down for his exposed back.

A cry of pain turned to a blood-raging roar. Filled with both hatred and dread. The now three armed Tsumi pushed back, raising his weapon in a futile attempt to strike back. Though his desperate attempt was cut short as his head was split down the middle by one of the berserker's axes. Blood, grey matter, chips of bone and teeth everywhere. The female had a second to recuperate and decide her next move, thanks to Horus' quick target acquisition and estimation of the situation. Either assisting either Jaytorr or Rekkin, who seemed in a predicament, or find cover from the already severely lessened hail of bullets. The ranks of enemy Tsumi now focussing on Braxton's purge again as they grew closer. With loud roars and cries, pushing up, hiding into cover and pushing up once again. Rinse and repeat

Horus was slowly taking control of the field. While some would argue his methods to be cowardice - none would argue the effectiveness. A tactical mind that would no doubt let him rise above and take command of a purge sooner rather than later. His fire support was much needed and caused the front of their purge to be left with less resistance. Though, suddenly, the Tsumi could feel how his gun rattled and subsequentlly jammed. The chime of a stuck bullet on metal. His trigger unable to be pulled, even with all of his Tsumi might.
 
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SirSkully

FM of S6
Game Master
He'd been able to feel the bone starting to pop and creak beneath those layers of muscle that made up the armoured brute's neck before Rekkin was suddenly weightless and upside down only to painfully slam into the ground a moment later, metal on metal as the One Horned Bull's armour scraped across the ground - he was in the process of picking himself up when the axe's pommel slammed into Rekkin's helmet hard enough for the towering lowborn to briefly lose consciousness under the concussive force that rang through his head.

Black, all he knew was black for the briefest of moments before the feeling of Rekkin's armoured, single-horned head impacted with the ground and threw him back into the land of the living - dark shapes danced at the edges of his vision and it felt like an alarm was blaring through his head but the bull still had his head and that was all he needed.

Groggily Rekkin hauled himself onto his knees, spitting out a thick wad of blood through his helmet's mouth vents before forcing himself into a full stand - he'd been in worse situations, with two axes by his side and half a pint of his previous foe's blood splashed over his armour there should be no doubting he was a Tsumi through and through.

A challenge? he could only barely make it out through his still-recovering senses and the hit had been so hard it caused his synthetic eye to reboot but Rekkin would happily return what he perceived as a fist slamming into a chest. So the One Horned Bull slammed a meaty palm against his helmet a few times to try and knock some reason into his senses as the eye booted back up properly, reciprocating the challenge with an acceptance of his own - using both lower arms to slam the two remaining axes together with a clang before he shifted them to the upper hands, gripping behind the crescent of the heads rather than further down like you normally would with an axe.

With a snarl rather than a word he gestured with one axe to invite his massively armoured opponent into making the first attack - mostly to buy himself the tiniest bit more time to recuperate but also to see if there were any fellow purge members he'd have to wave away from the fight, this was his foe, and though Rekkin wished he had more time beforehand to cut a swathe through the heretics it seemed as good a day as any to die if it was indeed his long overdue time.

By Danmadan's obese tits it was a good day to die.
 
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club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
Who dares fight with such filthy underhanded tactics? No matter, clearly I am being tested here on this day, and I shan't fail!

Rolling to the side Jaytorr anticipated some sort of attack on his exposed back considering he'd already been attacked from behind once without warning, seeing the hammer smash into the ground beside him he thanked the sovereign for giving him the blessing of foresight in battle before aiming a powerful kick at his foes knees. Using the momentum from the kick to help him transition into a crouch afterwards, bringing his axes to bear in a defensive formation while assessing this new assailant.

"You would dare strike without honour or courage, you truly are filth and deserve nothing more than to be thrown from the airlock for a cold and silent death. It seems fate has placed us here so that I may deliver your punishment on behalf of our mighty god, face me with what little valour you may have left worm!" The somewhat delusional and shorter tsumi screamed, his calm features taunting the enemy to attack first.

That hammer and shield make for a challenging combination, but no matter, he lacks the speed I have spent many years mastering and it will be his downfall.
 

SageShooter

Well-Known Member
Sekhmet let out a roar of approval as she watched her foe fall to her attacks and turned to see how the others were faring. It seemed like already she was easily in the lead, the others seemed to have issues with their battles. One seemed to have issues with an enemy using a shield and the other looked as though he was about to be struck down.

"If they fall, they were weak. That's all there was to it." The Tsumi thought to herself as she looked around for a second for any approaching enemies. If she spotted none, she would turn to watch the fights for a few moments before she turned back to the retreating forces.

"COWARDS! COME MEET YOUR END WITH HONOR!" She called out in a challenge to those that seemed to run from her as she slammed the back ends of her weapons to any metal plating on her body. As if annoyed that they were taking to long, Sehkmet turned and drew the knife from her boot she had just slid home and threw it at the shield user if she had a good shot. It was off-handed and truthfully nothing more than a passing throw of annoyance, but quickly enough she turned back to her own focus. She didn't need the weapon of the weak cowards they fought, her own were more than enough.
 

Jack Pine

Staff Member
FM of S6
Game Master
Horus cursed as the weapon failed, before slamming the half ejected casing towards the opposite side it was jammed against, then again with the bottom of his fist. The casing would be rammed to flip out of the ejection port with a clank and a few sparks before racking the charging handle home again. This all took less then a minute, having encountered this issue before on numerous occasions and a reminder that he needed to fire more carefully in bursts and single shots.

With his weapon ready to go again and with less then half a magazine left, he returned to it, the rifle rested on his meat shield with the other hand ready with his other magazine he had on him. This was war and any lengthy delay could mean death, and Horus was no going to make such foolish mistakes. However he saw that the big fucker with a kite shield could possibly be a huge problem given shields could be very effective tight spaces such as this corridor. With a grin, Horus took care for a moment to aim for the big guys head over his shield while he was distracted, and squeezed off a round.
 

IQ

FM of S6
Game Master
The giant gave a manic grin - visible due to the T shaped helmet he wore. It seemed his foe answered the challenge. Singled out in combat, Rekkin would find the enemy didn't seem to focus him down with fire anymore. While an advantage for him, it caused the rest of his purge to take the brunt of the bullets. Which kept lessening in volume and rapidity as more and more of the dissidents were being cut down. The brute charged forward with a veritable roar, cutting through the noise of battle, his axe gripped near the head. A hand shot forward, grasping at one of Rekkin's hafts, the axehead aiming to slam down in his gut - with the force the other Tsumi had portrayed, it'd go clean through armour, flesh and bone. Much like a knife through butter.

The kiteshield bearing Tsumi offered a low growl in retort to Jaytorr's insults. And whilst he was a warrior of prestige, the delusional Tsumi would do well to pay more attention to his opponents, his underestimations would be the end of him one time. But this time wasn't now. The shield was brought up in defense, the knife thrown by Sekhmet smacking against it with no damage at all. Though the underhanded hammer came flying for Jaytorr, aiming to smack into his chin in an uppercut. Though at the same time, his foe had dragged out a sword, stabbing forward to impair his movements.

Sekhmet herself had no foes, the enemy line was broken, the inklings of gunfire that smacked against her armour, some burying in flesh, were soon cut down. These so-called cowards deciding Ywach would judge them another day, attempted to make their escape. Braxton and her purge had succesfully made their way over - offerinfg another example of the bloodthirst of other Tsumi. The green-skinned woman wrenched her spear out from the poor individual she had nailed with it first. Turning on her feet to deflect an incoming blow, the rattling of gunfire resounding as several bullets perforated her assailant. Flicking the spear up in her hand, she glanced at Sekhmet, before clicking her tongue. "Eat shit 'n die," she chimed happily, aiming her spear up, before flinging it over. Pinning it through one of the escapist's chest.

As Horus fixed the gun jam, though solved it with ease and a practiced hand, he found himself in a surprisingly comfortable spot. The enemy line broken, the runners being dealt with and Marraken lowering her shield, exhaling a soft breath, before making a rather disgusted grunt, wiping her blade on the corpse of one of the less fortunate Tsumi. Though the commando aimed his rifle up, a moment to pin the shot. The single bullet pounded by the hammer. Causing the Tsumi he aimed for, who had given up his defense, to take the hit. The masterfully aimed bullet slipping through the eye holes of his mask, perforating through eye and brain with the disgusting shredding, before bone cracked - and the chime of metal resounded. The bullet coming to a full stop against the back of his helmet. The poor sod collapsing then and there on the spot.

"Nice shot," Marraken chimed with a soft giggle, before rolling her shoulders and glancing around. Her eyes settling on Rekkin. "Make it quick, filth," she only stated, before sauntering over to Brax. Thumping shields together in a warrior's greeting. Seperating themselves from both purges - leaving Rekkin to his devices and leaving the soldiers to spectate, socialize and congratulate, or mayhaps insult and exert anger for stolen kills.
 

SirSkully

FM of S6
Game Master
Make it quick, filth

The words bounced around the back of Rekkin's head as he silently offered a sideways glance to Marraken, the one horned bull's face obscured by the metal helmet and the shadows it cast on his rage-filled eyes before he turned back to the matter at hand - deciding to deal with it quickly he released his grip on the grabbed axe in the hope it might throw this brute off-balance slightly before Rekkin slid under the incoming axe's arc, tilting his head so that the metal blade soared through the air where above his stump of a horn before throwing himself into a low crouch.

This foe wasn't too much taller than him but was a lot wider, bulked out with muscle where the bull was lean and agile so he had to use that speed to his advantage and his foe's weight against him.

Easy enough, right?

With the single axe remaining, Rekkin began to swing out towards one of his foe's knees before the weapon was brought back swiftly to sink the underside of the axe deep into the back of the brute's knee, causing the mountain of muscle to let out a cry of pain as the knee collapsed slightly underneath him - but the scream was quickly replaced with throaty gurgles and bubbles of blood as Rekkin followed up on the attack by bringing his remaining horn up and into the foe's throat as Rekkin un-crouched, sinking it deep into the soft tissue before pulling back and causing a spray of crimson liquid to coat his armour from the dying Tsumi's newest orifice.
 
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club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
Such weak tactics, this is no warrior

Jaytorr slid to the side to avoid the hammer and sword, only getting a lesser knock to the head and a small gash on his side. As the shorter Tsumi readied himself to counter attack or dodge once more the gunshot rang out, clearer in his mind than any others, as the foe before him toppled. Stepping back to look around himself Jay noticed a distinct lack of enemies near them, obviously their teams had managed to thin and push back the scum.

While some may be angry over the loss of a potential kill, Jaytorr was smiling like a child, all the while believing higher powers dictated every interaction he had and sitting content in his beliefs. "Nice shot." He spoke cheerily, looking around at the bloody carnage like a child on christmas morning.

"Where to next?" He said, addressing Marraken as he wiped off his blades.
 

SageShooter

Well-Known Member
Sekhmet growled a little, her chest heaving with her breath as the adrenaline continued to pump through her body. She barely registered the shots that buried into her flesh, just more souvenirs for later as she gripped her axes tightly in her hand. It took a great deal of restraint to not charge after the retreating forms, but in the back of her head, she knew better. While she enjoyed the solid combat at the van of battle, it was dumb to charge in where she could be surrounded and attacked from all sides and cut down. She had learned that well enough during training when she had enlisted.

Instead she turned to look to the others and wonder when they were going to advance. She spotted the other purge that had come aboard and smirked under her helmet at how slow they had been. They had taken the first glory of the day and it had been a good thing. She hated coming behind for the clean up if she could help it. It was better to fight when the enemy was just as strong as she was, and not tired from their first battle. It was more exciting. Instead the fortress of a woman waited for their next orders.
 

Jack Pine

Staff Member
FM of S6
Game Master
Horus grinned as the highly satisfying sounds of a bullet blending brain and shattering bone accompanied the thud of a now cooling corpse that was his target. The compliments were gratifying as well, granted he was not out for approval, then again he would not deny it either. Some may not approve of his tactics, but his skill could not be ignored, with the sharpened mind to put them to best use. "The mightiest enemies, have the hardest falls. We are so far, with out loss, and have cut down their numbers. This will demoralize these fools, as we have proven the fact they cannot win. Glory to you my comrades, victory is upon us if we remain diligent and stand tall.", Horus chimed, pride filling his voice in how effective their purge had been.
 

IQ

FM of S6
Game Master
Both Marraken and Brax were currently busy mapping out their surroundings. The green-skinned Tsumi had brought in schematics of the ship, laying it out on the floor and comparing it to the colour-coded map that hung in the form of a plate against the ship's walls. Though several streaks and splatters of blood had stained the plate ever so slightly. Marraken, who was leaning on her shield seemed to be lost in thought herself as Brax explained several keypoints they should take. It was then, that Jaytorr came over, causing the feminine Tsumi to exhale a soft breath of annoyance. "Back to your purgemates," she answered with a soft sneer, before focussing on Braxton once more. Who also gave Jaytorr a rather exasperated look and shook her head, before she began to explain again.

In the meantime, Brax' purge was moving up to Marraken's company, hauling one of their own with. Supported by two Tsumi soldiers who dragged him behind the barricade. On first glance, he seemed to have taken a lot of damage, both bullets and larger, more serrated wounds. A pike portruding from his hip, lower left arm hanging by solely skin and muscle. Their chatter was indistinct and low, hushed and gentle. Most likely comforting the warrior in his final moments. Brax could be seen throwing a glance over, before forcing herself back to the map.

Propping him against the wall, the man uttered a name - "Bryanna," and one of the Tsumi that had been carrying him dropped to her knees. Pulling his helmet off, before a hand came to rest on his cheeks. An attempt at speaking, though blood seeped from his mouth as only a laboured wheeze came out. "It's alright, Herk, it's alright," she murmured as her forehead thumped against his. "Saweya and Ywach be with you, my love. You fought well," she hiccuped, before finally steeling herself and pushing herself up, swinging the rifle from her shoulder, she lifted it - biting her lip at the grizzly sight of Herk's final moments.

Marraken glanced up at the two as a shot rung through the hallway, then at Brax. "Seems you lost one," she stated nonchalantly, before rolling her shoulders and pushing herself up straight again. "Just in time, we should move."

Brax grunted under her breath, before slowly getting to her feet. Pulling up the schematic up, folding it neatly behind Marraken. Though hauntingly calm as she pushed the papers down her stomach protector. "We don't," she stated calmly, flicking the bloodied spear around in her hands. "Oh?" Marraken asked as she pivoted on her feet. Thumping her shield against the floor. "Duel - here and now. Unworthy command piece of shite," tilting her mask to the side, Brax managed to scrape her throat with the most disgusting sound, before spitting a bloody phlegm at Marraken's feet.
 

club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
"Of course." Jaytorr replied, turning and moving back to stand near the rest of the purge, replacing his axes on his hip and back before closing his eyes to mutter some soft words of praise as he stood still. The 3 armed fighter wasn't terribly interested in making small talk with anyone, leader or grunt alike, he much preferred spending the time between combat thanking the Sovereign and her divine judgement for keeping him safe and strong through battle.

I definitely need to sharpen these blades soon, lest I be treated like filth and mocked for my poor care.
 

SirSkully

FM of S6
Game Master
There were sickening squelches, crunches of bone and creaks of armour as Rekkin went about retrieving his lost axes, placing them back on his hips and taking off the helmet in this short moment of respite to reveal the bull's bloodied and bruised but otherwise relaxed demeanour, the adrenaline from battle beginning to slowly seep out of his system but it seemed the moment that big fucker with the axe fell then some switch flicked inside the tall Tsumi - reverting him from the terrifying being known as the One Horned Bull back to regular old Rekkin the low-born filth who continued to live longer than expected.

"Sort this out later, you two, we have heretics to hunt~" Rekkin sighed as he walked between Brax and Marraken, not waiting to listen for a response as he rejoined the main body of the purge, armour clunking when the bull sat down on some nearby boxes and let his muscles rest for a moment - heterochromatic gaze of his natural and cybernetic eye trailing across to Jaytorr with a curious flick towards the missing arm, his own cybernetic lower limb resting its metal hand across one of Rekkin's large thighs.

"Story behind that missing arm?" the bull queried with a raised eyebrow and leaning back slightly, trying to ignore the dull thumping in the back of his head and replace it with conversation - it'd hardly be anything new if they refused to speak with low-born filth like himself though.
 

Jack Pine

Staff Member
FM of S6
Game Master
Horus rolled his eyes at the bought, "This is hardly an appropriate time for such bickering. We have a task, enemies about, and are not yet done. It's a distraction, which invites an opening via blind spot, and a blind spot is a weakness our foe can exploit."

The red tsumi sported a few gashes as rounds had managed to pass through his meatshields, a couple flattened against his plates, in addition to annoying new hole in his side where a round had fully hit. The pain was a familiar ally, it kept him focused, his body ready and aware. The man simply saw the chance to rest, as simply just that, nothing more. Instinctively, he gravitated towards the other veteran of the group, and lowered himself to sit on the deck with his back against the corridor's wall. It put him lower then the beast that was Rekkin, and Horus acted as if he was just any other Tsumi, which to him he was.
 

SageShooter

Well-Known Member
"I say let'em fight." Sekhmet said aloud with a grin as her axes rested in her hands, fingers gripped around the handles just below the blades.

"Better to sort this out now, then have a backstab or get left to dry in the thick of battle. I don't mind blades at my gut, but a blade in the back is cowardly." She walked closer to the two and pushed past Rekkin, straight through his shoulder, as she put two of her axes at her waist and crossed a pair of arms across her chest. She wanted to see the fight, she was interested to see just how strong both of them were, see how much of a chance she had in a fight against them herself.

"We got enough here, we can keep watch and let them fight this out without fear of an ambush, they all ran anyway."
 

club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
"Ah, you are interested in my battle scar, well, it was lost during a 2 on 1 death-match between me and my parents. They betrayed our glorious Sovereign and as a result have been put down like the dogs they were, I would have lost my head but my idiot of a mother hesitated long enough for me to crush her neck." Jaytorr replied proudly, flexing his upper right arm, clearly indicating he'd choked his parent with that hand.

It didn't matter to Jaytorr if someone was low or high born, only their skills and ability to complete the Sovereign's will mattered to him and at this point he could rarely tell them apart. Though he supposed the high-born often believed they were superior before even engaging in combat.

We don't need the commanders to be fighting right now, we should be tracking down and executing the heretics he thought to himself while idly sharpening the axes he kept on him.
 
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