andres ♔ keep me company as i hunt down and kill my enemies

[everyredcent]

♬ every red cent - rocky votolato

WHO || Christos La Krail, Francesca, Aedan Cousland, Bo Dennis, Han Solo
WHAT || A team of Knights is tasked to gain control of the city guardhouse.
WHERE || Andres Isle
WHEN || September 19th, 2014
HOW || Actionspam

[ Christos is a wee bit protective over one of the stealth jets, possibly because he might actually own it himself.  We just don't know.  Either way, his team gets to ride in one of them, and fuck if he's gonna bring any other teams along on the way.  They fly silently over the sleeping city, and he lands with a 22 pilot check right on the roof of the guardhouse itself.  :) ]

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[socialgraces]

[ francesca can't help but smirk as they wait, crouched behind the hedges. she wouldn't necessarily call this fun, but those death attacks don't get any less hot, no matter how many times he does it. she snakes out after him, watching another drider fall helplessly to his blade, and converges on the next one closest to her, striking fiercely (atk 28; dmg 46).

and then she hesitates, knowing full-well she should use her ghost step ability now, denying these spellcasters line of sight, but... well, if she were with anyone else, but it's christos, and that causes her to waffle just long enough that she intentionally forfeits her chance. ]

[everyredcent]

[ 46 damage murders that one as well, and the remaining two driders whip their heads around, scowling as they notice the knights.

one lifts her hand and casts a web at them (reflex save 15 to negate, which christos makes easily), while the other directs a lightning bolt at christos. he makes his reflex save for that as well, and with evasion, takes none of the blast, rolling forward with a tumble 26 to get behind the web shooter and stab her for a nat 20 (28 dmg), blood gushing from the wound. ]

[socialgraces]

[ francesca smoothly avoids the web, as well (reflex 41), somersaulting out to attack the other drider (tumble 40). with some minor misdirection, she attempts to catch the monster off-guard (feint 49), before sinking her rapier into its torso (atk 32 crit; dmg 22 + 15 precision). ]

[everyredcent]

[ the drider fails its massive damage, and dies instantly under francesca's blade. christos' whirls on him, swinging at him with two daggers (almost a crit but actually two misses) and bites at him (also a miss). he slashes at it again (24 and 23; which is enough to finish it off as well).

bodies, bodies everywhere. ]

[socialgraces]

[ she pulls her sword free, the drider collapsing at her feet, and proceeds to fling her blade to the side, the excess blood and gore spattering across the ground, before sheathing it safely in its scabbard. taking a moment to assess the carnage around them, and then turns to approach christos, looking quite pleased with this outcome.

she arches an eyebrow to wordlessly ask 'what next?'. ]

[everyredcent]

We should sweep the grounds. Make certain there aren't more of them lurking about, trying to find a way in.

[socialgraces]

[ christos may be all business, but francesca's still swooning over here. if only he realized how ridiculously sexy he is right now, he might recognize her appreciative smirk for what it really is.

she nods, clearing her throat, her voice still rough from... exertion. that's it. ] Along with anything else that may have made its way through.

[everyredcent]

As you say. [ he nods once, and moves past her with a swirl of cape, sheathing his rapier as he picks his way over the bodies and down the path. ]

[socialgraces]

[ she follows, keeping an eye and ear open for any sign of trouble (spot 23; listen 30) ]