>>5862392>>5862438>>5862467>>5862471>>5862761Fahy has the right idea to create distance. You're not sure what kind of weapon this person has, and you're not going to risk finding out to dispatch them this quickly.
You leap back, and the branches part. A hooded figure in a smooth gas mask lunges forward, sashes and scarves adorned with shabby rusty pins trailing behind them. On their wrist is some contraption that looks like a metal watch with a giant nail sticking out the front. You had begun to wonder what it did, but right when they nearly caught you, they sent a punch your way.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Po.</span></span>
The heavy metal nail shot forward in a vulgar display of power, stopping only because the nail had slammed against the machine itself on the inside. Mere feet away from the spike of this thing as it went off, it felt like they had some sort of rabid mechanical dog snap at you in frenzy, and you could feel the air shuffle away as the nail lunged forward. Dragging the user along with it to wrestle to a halt, a trail of wispy white meekly shuffles out of the back end of the device. The power of this weapon is much for them to bear, but with a flick of the wrist, they retracted the stake back into its chamber.
Nonoka was quick to address your confusion. "Undercity militia spotted in the gardens. Weapon identified as a pneumatic stake driver. Not of Stormwatch make. Do <span class="mu-i">not</span> let that hit you, at any cost..."
The masked figure touches their free hand to a device hidden under a scarf. "Two uplanders, gardens," spits the woman behind the gas mask. Her accent is broken and feral. "Killing now."
Shit, she just called for reinforcements. While you do have confirmation that they have reverse engineered the stuff they stole, it's still the matter of seeing if the machine is up here. Stormwatch doesn't want more of these things in their hands. <span class="mu-i">You</span> don't, because <span class="mu-i">you</span> have to deal with them. Either way, you're eager to get out of here.
A new voice cracks into your earpiece. It's Sigrun. "I've made an executive decision in my conversation with Dr. Kallio. He will not be of consequence. I'm moving upstairs via a different elevator. Kiikoinen, I suggest you investigate the 8th floor." An affirmative grunt is the reply given before the line goes silent.
You look over at Fahy, who gets the gist of your repositioning. As he begins to dart up behind her, the Underdweller speaks again.
"Overdweller. You lost your edge. Now we too have your fangs."
With an arm reared back, she dashes forward once again.
<span class="mu-b">L1 Fahy will have an advantage, but the Underdweller Militiawoman is attacking you, and you now have no choice but to engage.</span>
<span class="mu-b">One anon, roll to attack: 4d6 t1.</span>