The Kroot snarled and threw himself at his opponent again, the pain in his shoulder a constant reminder of his rage. The rifle blades came up and swung through the air at his opponent's fleshy bits.
The death of two more members of the gang, another one of his friends and the ratling pretty much broke Marcus. He said nothing all he felt was anger and contempt for those responsible to say the least he doesn't take the loss of comrades very well. He did not yell and he did not curse the ones responsible but the murderous rage was practically radiating off of him. He didn't even notice the others being injured being injured at this point all his focus was on the enemy. He activated the thrusters again and came in to slice one of the ganger's heads in half down the middle while firing off his revolver at the other as he came in for the strike. He was going to deliver their bodies to the noble in a bag none will survive if he got his way. Meanwhile Urgreg was lying on the ground in pain after getting sprayed by the heavy stubber and decided to grab his nail bomb and pulled the pin and tossed it towards the one active heavy stubber as possible his last act of defiance.
"Why does this keep happening!?" Illiad snarled in rage as his weapon jammed. He then drew his sword. "I know this is probably a risky and stupid idea, men." Illiad said, "But with our weapons jammed, we can't hurt them at range. Close into melee and cut them down!" Illiad would then be the spear point of the charge, aimed at the Gang Leader and those directly around him. He and his minions drew their blades and lunged at the foe, intent on slaughtering them all. (OOC: CHARGE!!!!!)
Grave silently streaming blood. He was able to abate his moaning with extreme effort. With a single movement he got up and performed a two handed strike with his sword, it was set to maximum lethality. It crackled to life as it struck the ex-pdf monster. It was something out of a samuri movie with the fluid motion of the strike.
This whole situation was going to hell in a hand basket real quick. Skyruss had just lost another of his squad and seemed to be in a battle rage. Everyone else was caught in melee or near death, and now she lay on the ground once more, blood seeping from her chest. This was starting to become a bit to common for comfort. However the worst blow came when she heard Fraser over the vox. Another member of the Hand was gone... They were fools for trying to take these gangers captive. She was a fool for allowing it. Every death that had occurred here today was on her shoulders. Simply more to the pile... @bossaroo "I'm so sorry Fraser my dear. You deserved better than this. Thank you for everything." She hadn't know the Ratling for long, but he had quickly proved himself to be a valuable friend and ally, supporting their coup against Handomel, starting a drug trade for them. He would be sorely missed. Her attention returned once more to the battlefield. This needed to end, now. "Lance, toss a frag into the second sniper team, I want them to suffer! Tywin, Lance, take down that heavy stubber now!" They followed their orders without hesitation, Tywin barking at them in High Gothic. Immediately, Jacen lobbed his own grenade into the window where the two snipers were, before putting his sights on the Heavy Stubber team to suppress them. Tywin took shots to try and kill them while Lance carefully moved through cover to get in position, and unleash his horrifying weapon on them. With the royal guard on the move, Tyesha turned her attention to her companions who were all over the place. @BuriasDempsey "Smiley love, I'm so sorry for your loss. I know Fraser was your friend., So lets butcher the bastards who did this to him. If you can, take out the other sniper team, Jacen has the second one." She hoped Smiley was ok, she just realized she hadn't actually seen or heard from him in some time. He could be dead as well. She prayed to the Emperor that wasn't the case. @BlackHand "I'm sorry loves, these deaths are on my hand. We should have just killed these pieces of shite from the start. Stay together, watch each others backs. I don't want to lose another member this day. As she was talking she managed to catch a glimpse of Graves, assaulting the commander once more, despite being half dead himself. He would need help. So Tyesha gave him some the best way she knew how. By eviscerating the commanders mind. Hello once more dearie. Seems you didn't listen, so now, I will destroy you. Ever had your mind torn apart? Not a pleasant experience. I warned you. Immediately Tyesha began flooding horrifying visions into the mans mind, looking to overload his senses so he would be unable to move or fight back from the sheer horror. She tore his mind apart, unleashing all the pain she felt onto him.
A nearby door burst open and a loud voice bellowed out "WHAT THE FRACK IS GOIN' ON OUT HERE !!?!?!!?!" A large old man stepped into the door way . He looked downward only to see a large pool of blood and a dead shredded ratling corpse "are you fracking with me right now ?" He said more to himself than anyone else as he massaged his temples . He then leaned over using the door way as cover "KEEP IT DOWN OUT HERE ! SOME FOLKS ARE TRYIN TO SLEEP !!!" He shouted out over the gun fire. He then turned to the shot pysker "ma'am if you're still alive mind tellin me what the Frack is going on out here ?!" He demanded @Keidivh
@bossaroo Tyesha was jolted out of her mental duel when she heard a gruff, old voice scream out over the din of battle. She feared for the worst and prepared to be gunned down by the newcomer, but wa quite relieved when he decided to talk to her. "Quite alive dearie, thank you for asking. My people were contracted to recover some equipment, and these blighters are standing in our way. Killed a friend of mine..." She glanced over to the shredded pile of flesh that was now Fraser, wiping away a tear that trickled from her purple eyes. "Why didn't they just stand down. We didn't want to kill them. We didn't want this fight..." Tyesha cradled her head in her hands as she tried to keep herself from breaking down, shivering slightly.
@Keidivh The old mans hardh glare lessened as he recognized the look of someone who didnt ask for what they'd gotten a look all too familair .he looked around at the carnage around him seeing the stubber emplacements " you and yours tried charging that ?!" He asked suprised " i dont know if you're damned foolish or brave or a mix of both " he the turned to the brutalized corpse of the ratling " well i aint got nothing much to lose so i'll lend you a hand it'll serve the grox sons right , waking me up in the middle of a good dream " he said as he walked back through the door way . A few 'c'mon fit you damn thing's could be heard. The man walked out of the door way hefting a multilaser with an ork hide coat over a set of flak armor. "Where do ya need me " the old man said a grin spreading across his weathered features.
(OOC: oh, apologies. ) Smiley was in the middle of pocketing the Incendiary grenades when it heard noises coming out of its commbead. The signal was not great with the Hybrid being underground surrounded by metal piping and thick concrete, but it heard enough to have an idea what's going on. The fight was going poorly, their plan to take the gang alive not working. and its friend Fraser has died. It should have protested at the idea of being so merciful when Tyesha said so, but it didn't, and now they suffered more losses. For once the faux smile turned into a snarl. Leaving the lasgun and other things where they were, it raced up the stairways with all six limbs. It let itself get lost in its monstrous instincts to search and destroy those still in the factory, searching those first who were firing from the balcony first if it could.
@bossaroo Tyesha stared up at the suddenly armed and armored soldier before, completely befuddled by the mans eagerness to help them, help her. She smiled and surveyed to see where he might be needed. The snipers should be taken care, and the melee was in their favor. "That heavy stubber team is still giving us trouble, as is their commanders guard around him. If you can take out the ranged support, I'd be indebted you Mr. .... I'm sorry love, I don't believe I caught your name?"
