Fuck. You're pretty sure you suffer some pretty bad whiplash from that, and definitely a bloody nose. It takes you a second to reorient yourself from the impact of that, and another to fire up your laser to its high setting again. This time, instead of wasting energy and blasting a line, you blast just two holes into the engine.
You have to put the car into reverse in order to back enough to have room to maneuver, and at this point, you're starting to get a little worried. You shift into drive, and hit the gas again, and glance into your rearview mirror to see how close the truck has gotten in the time it's taken for you to do all this. As soon as you can, you move over into the exit lane.
You have to put the car into reverse in order to back enough to have room to maneuver, and at this point, you're starting to get a little worried. You shift into drive, and hit the gas again, and glance into your rearview mirror to see how close the truck has gotten in the time it's taken for you to do all this. As soon as you can, you move over into the exit lane.
-You show the information to hobbes-
"it's a weak lead....but since the parts are custom made, we may be able to shake the guy down or get information off their computers that lead us back to Yvicke...or at least on the right path to him"
"it's a weak lead....but since the parts are custom made, we may be able to shake the guy down or get information off their computers that lead us back to Yvicke...or at least on the right path to him"
"I've worked with worse," you answer, "and with this guy, we have to take what we can get. Yvicke's annoyingly careful, and most of the people I've talked to... they're either loyal enough or scared enough not to talk."
-As Khanir move into reverse, with the time he took taking care of the other car. The Truck had caught up. Sliding in sideways a little way off, to completely block off the path to the exit and the rest of the lanes with the massive bulk of it's trailer. No space left big enough for a car to get through...and given the now broken wrecks of the other cars were blocking the other direction...Khamir was boxed in-
-As the truck slides in, the door to the red car opens as well....and what emerges is well...curious. It was troll in shape sure...had four limbs....horns in the shape of what could be described as a (+)....but what was odd about it is that it limbs just seemed a little too long and a little too large for it's gangly body. It also wore a white mask over it's face, a generic harlequin face, with a red triangle on the forehead-
-Shortly after it's emergence a similar figure gets out of the blue car as well, same deal, but with a blue triangle and (-) horns...both start slowly making their way towards Khamir's trapped car-
-As the truck slides in, the door to the red car opens as well....and what emerges is well...curious. It was troll in shape sure...had four limbs....horns in the shape of what could be described as a (+)....but what was odd about it is that it limbs just seemed a little too long and a little too large for it's gangly body. It also wore a white mask over it's face, a generic harlequin face, with a red triangle on the forehead-
-Shortly after it's emergence a similar figure gets out of the blue car as well, same deal, but with a blue triangle and (-) horns...both start slowly making their way towards Khamir's trapped car-
"Then we either show them something to scare them enough to give up their loyalty, or make them worry about us more than him"
-You reply flatly. Torture and interrogation were not one of your favorite things, one of the reasons you had gone down the agent path in the enforcers than a tec-interrogation specialist....there was just no sport in it, no proper challenge...however you would do what you had to...and you were sure hobbes had tricks of their own up their sleeve if need be. Lawyers always did-
"we just need to wait for Khamir then, no sense in taking off with out him if this is just supposed to be a quick retrieval mission"
-You reply flatly. Torture and interrogation were not one of your favorite things, one of the reasons you had gone down the agent path in the enforcers than a tec-interrogation specialist....there was just no sport in it, no proper challenge...however you would do what you had to...and you were sure hobbes had tricks of their own up their sleeve if need be. Lawyers always did-
"we just need to wait for Khamir then, no sense in taking off with out him if this is just supposed to be a quick retrieval mission"
"Right." Hobbes frowned. "With how long it's taking him, you think the people Swaije thought were following her caught up to them?"
Nietve went to open the car door, but seeing the person in the blue car about to do the same, you shake your head, signalling him to wait a second.
And then, as soon as they are out of the car... well, there's not much room left between you and them. You're pretty sure they don't have time to get out of the way before you run the car into them, hoping to cause some serious damage. Or, at very least pin them between the two vehicles.
And then, as soon as they are out of the car... well, there's not much room left between you and them. You're pretty sure they don't have time to get out of the way before you run the car into them, hoping to cause some serious damage. Or, at very least pin them between the two vehicles.
-As Khamir slams into the (-) figure that had emerged from the blue car, it crumples forward leaning against the hood as the two cars impact. After a few moments though, it appears to straighten up. The masks eyes stairing directly at khamir through the windshield, and besides being pinned the creature appeared for the most part unharmed-
-As Khamir is doing this to (-) a large thud is heard on the back of his own car. A third figure having emerged from the yellow car that khamir had left to charge into this blue one and had made it's way leaping atop the car. A yellow Blade stabbing in through the roof mere inches from Swaije's unconscious head. The other (+) figure was still in the road standing a bit aways just watching for the moment-
-As Khamir is doing this to (-) a large thud is heard on the back of his own car. A third figure having emerged from the yellow car that khamir had left to charge into this blue one and had made it's way leaping atop the car. A yellow Blade stabbing in through the roof mere inches from Swaije's unconscious head. The other (+) figure was still in the road standing a bit aways just watching for the moment-
"without a doubt, we just have to trust khamir has the ability to pull this off anyways. I have faith in him. Still we had better keep an eye out for transmissions"
"/Fuck/." You are definitely not equipped to handle trolls that can take getting hit by a car without a scratch, but there's no time to dwell on that. You twist around to fire a laser shot at the ceiling of the car above Swaije, where the troll on top should be.
As you do that, Nietve gets out of the car, ready to kick some ass. The only question was where to begin.
As you do that, Nietve gets out of the car, ready to kick some ass. The only question was where to begin.
"Yeah." You don't really like sitting around just waiting, and despite your wound, wish that you had gone with.
-A loud thud is heard as the figure on top of the car gets launched off by the laser. Landing a short ways away in a small heap. This figure looked like the others but with a yellow tinge to it and ( = ) for horns-
-There wasn't long to study this creature though as the figure that was pinned made a sudden popping sound. Detaching it's body at it's pinned midsection and dragging itself forward on the hood of the car by it's bladed arms. Stabbing forward at Khamir through the hole he had just shot through the windshield when blasting the other car. The creatures balance being thrown off by these awkward movements, it did not manage to successfully aim a lethal blow. Instead however the crature managed a sharp sliding blow to Khamir's turned Right cheek. Cutting deep into the flesh, slicing through skin and muscle in a savage slice-
-Outside the red (+) figure suddenly seemed to snap to attention as the yellow ( = ) one landed and crumpled. Turning to Nietve as he exited the car. With what almost looked like a crack of it's neck, it took a diving lunge at the indigo blood. Aiming low to try and fuck up his legs.
In the big truck, two trolls could now be seen by Nietve in the front compartment. Clowns. The one in the drivers seat had makeup done up to look like a kuala or something, and was laughing like a madman. The other troll in the passenger seat in contrast, had mime makeup and a much more serious expression. As the yellow ( = ) hit the ground the mime winced, and appeared to be chanting quietly. Focused intently on the scene before them-
-There wasn't long to study this creature though as the figure that was pinned made a sudden popping sound. Detaching it's body at it's pinned midsection and dragging itself forward on the hood of the car by it's bladed arms. Stabbing forward at Khamir through the hole he had just shot through the windshield when blasting the other car. The creatures balance being thrown off by these awkward movements, it did not manage to successfully aim a lethal blow. Instead however the crature managed a sharp sliding blow to Khamir's turned Right cheek. Cutting deep into the flesh, slicing through skin and muscle in a savage slice-
-Outside the red (+) figure suddenly seemed to snap to attention as the yellow ( = ) one landed and crumpled. Turning to Nietve as he exited the car. With what almost looked like a crack of it's neck, it took a diving lunge at the indigo blood. Aiming low to try and fuck up his legs.
In the big truck, two trolls could now be seen by Nietve in the front compartment. Clowns. The one in the drivers seat had makeup done up to look like a kuala or something, and was laughing like a madman. The other troll in the passenger seat in contrast, had mime makeup and a much more serious expression. As the yellow ( = ) hit the ground the mime winced, and appeared to be chanting quietly. Focused intently on the scene before them-
Deep blue blood stained the blade, and Khamir hissed in pain as his cheek was sliced open. There was no hesitation as his training kicked in, and it took only a second for his laser to fire up. The shot was charged high enough to at least blast the mannequin half off the car, and hopefully utterly destroy the head of the thing.
Nietve looked at the trolls in the car for half a second, recognizing them as the ones in charge here, particularly the one chanting. But first, he had to deal with the mannequin coming after him. His golf club appeared in his hand, and he pulled back before crashing it into where the mannequin's collarbone with all his strength.
A thunder like boom sounding off that would be audible for some distance.
It was enough to wake Swaije back up, at any rate. And, seeing the horror movie scene laid out in front of her, she immediately screamed.
Nietve looked at the trolls in the car for half a second, recognizing them as the ones in charge here, particularly the one chanting. But first, he had to deal with the mannequin coming after him. His golf club appeared in his hand, and he pulled back before crashing it into where the mannequin's collarbone with all his strength.
A thunder like boom sounding off that would be audible for some distance.
It was enough to wake Swaije back up, at any rate. And, seeing the horror movie scene laid out in front of her, she immediately screamed.
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Roll for Nietve's badassery
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(checking ( + )'s fort verses blast
-The blue mannequin already being at half it's usually weight, and in a prone position from the slice it had delivered to Khamir's face took the full brunt of the blast, directly impacting it's chest. This causes enough force to send the half mannequin flying, and smashing into the road further up beyond the barricade of cars. Smashing down motionless, a few cracks forming over it's body
At this moment, the two figures in the car seem to argue a bit. The laughing clown starting to shout, but what he was saying seemed to be muffled by the glass, and the mime looking one appeared to be motioning at the crumpled mannequin furiously. Then with a silent sigh, the mime made a few gestures with his hands, and the yellow ( = ) mannequin got back up again. This time as it rose though, it dashed past Khamir's car. Grabbing the other mannequins pinned body, and quickly and strongly yanking it free. Then with it under arm, it leapt over the car barricade off into the direction the upper mannequin half had just landed.
-As the plus mannequin connected with the golf-club, the club shattered. Whatever these constructs were made out of...they were tough. The impact of the club was enough to divert it's bladed angle of impact against Nievte's right leg. Stopping the blade from completely piercing though it, and instead causing it to slice to the right. An impact of similar proportions as the one to Khamirs face, it rips through muscle and skin in a nasty swath, but was better than if the hit had been direct and severed a tendon. As the cut lands, the mannequin rolls, back to standing just beyond nievte-
At this moment, the two figures in the car seem to argue a bit. The laughing clown starting to shout, but what he was saying seemed to be muffled by the glass, and the mime looking one appeared to be motioning at the crumpled mannequin furiously. Then with a silent sigh, the mime made a few gestures with his hands, and the yellow ( = ) mannequin got back up again. This time as it rose though, it dashed past Khamir's car. Grabbing the other mannequins pinned body, and quickly and strongly yanking it free. Then with it under arm, it leapt over the car barricade off into the direction the upper mannequin half had just landed.
-As the plus mannequin connected with the golf-club, the club shattered. Whatever these constructs were made out of...they were tough. The impact of the club was enough to divert it's bladed angle of impact against Nievte's right leg. Stopping the blade from completely piercing though it, and instead causing it to slice to the right. An impact of similar proportions as the one to Khamirs face, it rips through muscle and skin in a nasty swath, but was better than if the hit had been direct and severed a tendon. As the cut lands, the mannequin rolls, back to standing just beyond nievte-
Nietve cursed; that was going to scar, and the pain was distracting. But still, Swaije was in the car, and these motherfuckers weren't going to deal with themselves.
Or maybe they were, based on the shouting; Bantai wasn't known for his people skills. Nietve could hope.
In any case, he dropped the broken club handle, and pulled out another golf club. Nietve took a firm stance, and waited for the mannequin to make the first move.
As this was happening, Khamir got out of the car, bracing his laser arm for a shot as the plus mannequin approached. He kept the door open as a shield, and waited for his opportunity, letting the laser get a nice, full charge before taking a direct shot at the yellow mannequin. He was aiming for the thigh of the damned thing.
Swaije, in the back seat still, wished that she had more of her supplies around to cast a proper spell. She bit her lip, before pulling out a permanent marker, and drawing began a sigil on the interior of the car.
Or maybe they were, based on the shouting; Bantai wasn't known for his people skills. Nietve could hope.
In any case, he dropped the broken club handle, and pulled out another golf club. Nietve took a firm stance, and waited for the mannequin to make the first move.
As this was happening, Khamir got out of the car, bracing his laser arm for a shot as the plus mannequin approached. He kept the door open as a shield, and waited for his opportunity, letting the laser get a nice, full charge before taking a direct shot at the yellow mannequin. He was aiming for the thigh of the damned thing.
Swaije, in the back seat still, wished that she had more of her supplies around to cast a proper spell. She bit her lip, before pulling out a permanent marker, and drawing began a sigil on the interior of the car.
-The Plus Mannequin raised it's bladed arm and looked as if it was ready for round two, indigo blood still dripping from the sharp edge. Before pausing for just a second...you could almost swear if this thing had a mouth it would be sighing....then as if bound by a silent order, it suddenly dashed back towards the side away from Nietve and back towards the truck at a surprising speed. Leaping up onto a part of the trailer in the back as the trucks engines roared back to life, looking as if the whole damn thing might ram Nietve-
-Having seen a couple of khamirs blasts at this point, the yellow ( = ) Mannequin had been on guard and expecting some kind of attack like this, and nimbly dodged to the side of the beam. Continuing on it's path to grab the other mannequin half and vault over the cars-
-Having seen a couple of khamirs blasts at this point, the yellow ( = ) Mannequin had been on guard and expecting some kind of attack like this, and nimbly dodged to the side of the beam. Continuing on it's path to grab the other mannequin half and vault over the cars-
For a second, it looked like Nietve might chase after the mannequin; he wasn't one for leaving a job half finished. If they didn't take care of the trolls now, he was sure they would just come back later. Damn his leg; he could get Swaije to heal him later. Right now, he wanted to end this. Before they got away.
But Khamir had other ideas. Seeing the mannequins retreat, he called a loud whistle, and gestured for Nietve to get back into the car. He ket a side eye on the mannequin close to him, following its progress with his laser arm, while his other pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Without even having to look, he speed dialed Daxton.
"Sir, we have a situation. There are two trolls here in a big rig controlling three mannequin type beings here, all in pursuit of Swaije. Nietve and I have held them off well enough, and I believe they're making a retreat, but the car is too damaged to go far, and Nietve is badly injured." Khamir's voice was tight, as he spoke quickly with a clenched jaw. His own face was still dripping blood, but he didn't deem it important enough to mention. "I'm requesting backup; the sooner the better."
But Khamir had other ideas. Seeing the mannequins retreat, he called a loud whistle, and gestured for Nietve to get back into the car. He ket a side eye on the mannequin close to him, following its progress with his laser arm, while his other pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Without even having to look, he speed dialed Daxton.
"Sir, we have a situation. There are two trolls here in a big rig controlling three mannequin type beings here, all in pursuit of Swaije. Nietve and I have held them off well enough, and I believe they're making a retreat, but the car is too damaged to go far, and Nietve is badly injured." Khamir's voice was tight, as he spoke quickly with a clenched jaw. His own face was still dripping blood, but he didn't deem it important enough to mention. "I'm requesting backup; the sooner the better."
*Daxton's TDA rang. shortly after he picked it up and listened to what Khamir had to say. Immediatly he was at the ships controls and taking to the skies*
"I'm on my way. In the ship it should only take a couple minutes or so....can you hold off the aggressors and keep the packages safe till then?"
"I'm on my way. In the ship it should only take a couple minutes or so....can you hold off the aggressors and keep the packages safe till then?"
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