Rolled 4, 4, 3, 2 = 13 (4d10)
>>5616816Luis moves left, weaves right and just as the man is obviously at the end of the pier he scrambles left while faking a twist right and jams a taser into Chien's leg. By the time the white-noise roar of twenty-thousand volts clear, he's long gone. Just the smoke and Horace heaving breaths remain. Sounds like a baseball slugger psyching up for a bat-of-the-century.
Chien breathes. Tie limp in his hand, guns almost spent, chaos all around. Sometimes, the world will wait. You push - always pushing - trying to be better, faster, stronger. Cooler. But the world . . . Just is. All smoke and chaos and men in masks slugging baseballs at other men with remote controlled hobby planes. Sometimes things just are. Perhaps it is as Lena said, detached, as an aside. Coolness isn't a race. It just is. The world just is. No rules, no laws, just different shades of ice and grey.
He brings the longrifle up, settling into a shooters stance, scanning. Not a fan of the bulk, feels faintly alien in his hands. Too heavy, too much kick when released. Powerful but it lacks something. Still, until Seline delivers one must use the tools provided. Point-scan, then, through the scope. Miss Limbo behind - but she has it handled, more steel in her nerves than she thinks. Alan, surrounded by multiple figures, moving with new grace. Like he's pulling moves from a movie-set, a rehearsed cinematography. Alamo and Weasel will bring up the rear and ... This is it, then. Wait. Not quite.
A low profile, moving fast, firing short furious bursts. The hostile Operator. Chien adjusts, braces on the crate, breathes in. She's dancing. Lacks another way to describe it. Good cover, clean lines, fires while twisting into a landing on a boat, full auto-spray precludes return fire. But even so, she's wounded. Shrapnel, guns, and the grind, losing her cool. That last roll. She's favouring one leg slightly, off-balance by a hair, and the smoke obscures the end of the rifle. So. Apply a slight pressure on the slick trigger, the longrifle barks, and that's that. You end the dance.
... no.
There are, in the end, some Rules.
Chien shoulders the long-rifle.
And runs.
>~~Aw aw aw, electro-shock. -2 HP, Stun 1. Shake that off.>~~Focus, +1 Edge>Keep low and move 5E, vault, 1d10+6>Keep going 2SE, E, SE, E, v a u... [1d10+6]>... shootdodge vault attack E, SE, 3S, tackle Carmelita off of the boat and into the water for a proper hand to hand. in the water. in the dark. [vaultattack, 1d10+6] with a [Shove-kick, +1dmg, crit 8, 2d10]Chien ##chien
Hp 4/6 | Edge 1/11 | Move 5
Def 10 | Crit 9
Cool 3+3 | Sharp 5
Hard 0 | Weird 1
[Furious Focus] (Familia)
[Deadeye]
[Shootdodge]
[Suppressing Fire]
[+1Sharp] (Snakeback)
[Fire Up] (Thug)
Heat: 0
Wanted: 1
$100488
-DMR: R30,D4, C9, 0 / 12
-Pistol: R10,D2, c9, 0 / 12
-Fist: M, D2, C8
-Frags [2/3]
-Molotov [1/3]
!Tactical Pocket Lining {+1 Mag/+1Gear}
!+3 cool boost [Hostess]
