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

SirSkully

FM of S6
Game Master
Rekkin may have been pissing his pants understandably, he may have been grinning like a madman or he may have been deadpan beneath his recently reinforced helmet but it was hard to tell, the only surefire thing about the one-horned bull being that he stayed quiet as he sprinted for the gap between Sekhmet's shield and the strengthened corner of the ship's hallway while pulling back both hammers on the shotgun.

A warslave was a good way to die, a good and quick way to die, was this his time? A good death always seemed to elusive for the one-horned bull.

As the wretched thing went for their shield-bearing comrade Rekkin swooped into place, raising up the shotgun while dashing to blast the creature with two shots of heavy-duty Tsumi pellets, the recoil reverberating up his top arms as the bottom ones readied the axes they were holding, Rekkin moving to close the distance with a slash as the shotgun was abandoned in favour of his other two axes.
 

Jack Pine

Staff Member
FM of S6
Game Master
Horus ignored the glance blatantly, finding no point in caste mentality.

Having now acquired more ammo, the blood red Tsumi felt no fear as he had encountered these before. The veteran knew the danger in even approaching such a vile abomination, but it was in their way. Today, it was either it, or him. One would be dying, and as he raised the rotary barrel of his warmaker, her depressed the trigger. With a motorized whir they spun shortly before spewing 30cal rounds in rapid succession. His aim was for where it's "head" would be, and around the jaw in order to weaken it as well as tear it. His twin swords were ready in defense to hack off any appendages that came for him. He flanked wide, taking a side yet attacked from, hoping to further divide it's attention, and to further spread the damage.
 
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IQ

FM of S6
Game Master
Marraken seemed dead silent, paled. In the short, split-second before all hell broke lose, one see a trickle of sweat dripping down her nose. It was one thing to fight another Tsumi, but a Warslave, if handled incorrectly, could take out a whole platoon. Her rifle was raised as soon as the door slammed down around the abomination's midsection. Everything seemed to slow down for the blonde Tsumi as nightmares were made manifest. The thumping of her stock against her shoulder calling her back to the here and now as bullets dug into the flesh of their foe. Forcing her to realize that this was naught but bitter reality. And forcing her to realize they had little effect to slow the thing down. Jaytorr seemed to share her idea - kill it before it even reached their shield-bearing companion. Though both would realize, what was now a twisted amalgamation of flesh, slowly grew thick plating around the sides.

A being of pure rage and instinct, naught but violence embedded in flesh.

Sekhmet's move seemed to pay off ever so slightly. Met with the gaping maw and lines of serrated, vile and bloody teeth, the reaction of attempting to knock the beast off was a correct one. Though as reputation infamed these abominations, the Warslave seemed ill-intent on slowing down. A loud, wet slap resounded as the creature slammed fully against the front of her shield, it's intestines no doubt having made the vile noise. And even though Sekhmet braced, the force, paired with the instinct that kept her head from being bitten off, would cause her to slam to the ground. With the maddened, feral Warslave perched ontop. Screeching as it sunk it's teeth into the shield. Relentless in it's attempts to break through and get to Sekhmet's flesh. She could, after all, see the teeth pierce through the thick metal as it whipped his head back and forth.

"No quarter!" Marraken bellowed to the others of the purge. Shouldering her rifle fully as she stepped forward whilst emptying her magazine on the Warslave. Causing it to screech once more and look up towards the others. Before what was formerly an arm and now a tentacle was blasted off by Rekkin's blasts before he and Jaytorr came close. Though Horus' uninterrupted fire clattered through the halls of the ship. Causing the stone-like plating to chip and splinter - ripping away at flesh and bone as the beast seemed to stagger. Though at the same time, regenerate through it, howling in anguish as it suddenly leaped from Sekhmet's shield and dashing for Horus. A trail of blood and intestine following in it's wake.
 

SageShooter

Well-Known Member
"KILL IT KILL IT FUCKING KILL IT ALREADY!" Sekhmet shouted at the others as she struggled to keep the beast at bay. She wrenched her shield to the side in an attempt to break off some of the teeth currently gouged into the shield, though the attempt would be for naught as it charged off at the Horus. She took a pair of heavy breaths before she got angry.

How dare this beast flee from her for other prey? Was she not good enough? Was she not strong enough? The thought that she wasn't worth it angered her while a far more sane and rational part tried to argue that this was a good thing. She didn't have a nightmare abomination trying to devour her anymore... But Sekhmet rarely listened to that part of her mind.

It was boring...

Instead, she turned and with the shield in the lead, she charged at the Warslave's side. She took an angle to try and cut it off before it met Horus and could attack him and tried to hit it dead center of its side. She had hunkered down under the side of the shield and put her shoulder into it all in an effort to drive as much of her considerable strength and size into the beast and pin it into a wall.
 

Jack Pine

Staff Member
FM of S6
Game Master
Horus did not flinch, but move in an arc to draw it closer to Sekhmet's path as he saw her charge. His fire continued and would until the magazine was empty, something that fast approached. Once it drew close enough, the crimson tsumi would roll to the side and rake his blades across it's flank. It was a risky play, but coupled with if Sekhmet was successful in her charge, would do much damage. The opening if all went to plan, would open it to a group attack.

"That's right you filth, rush to death! You will fall to your betters! Hahahaha." he shouted to further antagonize it, and keep the focus on him. There was suddenly a series of clicks as rounds failed to be chambered and fired, the magazine finally empty. So to hell with it he thought as he threw the gun into the charging beast's maw and drew his second set of swords.
 

club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
Jaytorr stopped for a brief moment and simply smiled at the scene unfolding before him, letting his three now empty and decrepit guns clatter to the floor. Now the beast was going after Horus, everyone else closing in around it, what a beautiful sight to witness this day, the whole purge was now engaged in a bloody battle for survival. There was nothing else as simple and primal as the will to survive regardless of one's own species and beliefs.

Drawing each of his three axes with a slow and savoring speed Jay took a deep breath and rushed back into the fray, swinging madly as his madness clouded his mind once more.
 
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