>>5170407>>5170410>>5170413>Enemy Forces Turn 8<span class="mu-r">The Brute</span>Shoot AP 1
Shoot AP 1
Pain lashed
<span class="mu-r">The Brute</span> his nerves on edge after the Half Soul's intrusion. His mind was a buzz with questions. How did the bastard long range hack the Abhartach without any warning signs? How did the Half Soul sabotage the secondary relays throughout the Phobos? How in all the gods did he rile
them up. Faceless bodies clung to
<span class="mu-r">The Brute</span>. Seventy four of them to be exact, he would never forget their names. Their soft bodies, the way they screamed and writhed under him. He reacted quickly, spinning to face the intruder. He thought the Rapier class had snuck up on him to engage in disabling him.
He found nothing but swaying tree tops in the wind. The crackle of the relays going critical and burning out annoyed him. He pushed his mind through the naked and trembling bodies, past the clawing hands and thrashing thighs. Sensors pinged out. Picking up nothing but his ghosts.
<span class="mu-r">The Brute</span> focused his mind, then a pulse resounded through the core. A silent warhead, flickered into vision as an observer spins. The Bloody Cairn activates with a low humming throb. Catching the missle, but not bumping it off course.
<span class="mu-r">The Brute</span> thought it was Impossible, nothing was supposed to be able to penetrate it. He blinked in shock as a small thin hole was torn in his red wall. Then the observer feed snapped off, the camera caught in the explosion that rocked his Phobos.
<span class="mu-s">Unit Name:</span> <span class="mu-i">Abhartach</span>
<span class="mu-s">Exterior A.Plating:</span> <span class="mu-i">500/226</span> <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">-22!</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">Interior N.Cluster:</span> <span class="mu-i">350/278</span> <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">-23!</span></span>
½ of 45
22 Exterior Damage.
23 Interior Damage.
He didn't scream. He wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction. Regaining his footing he spun the long and heavy weapon, grasping it with both hands.
<span class="mu-r">"Now, that was just down right dirty..."</span> Pointing the weapon in the direction his trajectory tracker suggest he opens fire.
