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We're more than carbon and chemicals

Who: All Draftees
What: Fighting Third Party
When: 26th, 27th, 28th, 1st, and 2nd
Where: The Southern Farmlands
Summary: See here for overall details.
Rating: Probably gonna be gorey in places :|a

DOESN'T NEED A CUT. People should know how this works, if not, just follow other people's lead. I'm gonna set up some strategist threads at the top, for the four strategists to use if they want to, otherwise people should start their own threads.

((Mod Note: Since this has been asked a few times, just fyi, the livestock do not talk. Happy hunting!))

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[Ian, suspicious? NONSENSE!]

Okay, if you really wanna know...

I've got a special powder you mix in a drink that instantly heals any wounds.

[ALREADY SPRINTING, OKAY.]

Man, I just have the worst luck always! Did you know before you ran into me, one of them tossed me from at least a good 15 stories in the air? It really sucked!

[Good, the Elite did just what he wanted. If his Marks could be turned back on him, then this was the only way. Even though he knew he was in no shape to dodge the blow that was coming.

He brings up his own sword as quickly as his battered and burnt body will allow as the Elite advances closer.

And right as the Elite's sword is about to impale him, his own sword is in position to do the same to the Elite.

And as he feels the sharp pain to his chest from the Elite's sword, at least he has the satisfaction of knowing this one was going down with him.

He loses his grip on his sword and sinks to his knees before he falls over with the sword still impaled in his chest. He tries to move an arm to remove that but finds it is beyond his meager remaining strength.

Sorry, Leon. He really did mean to make sure you got to safety. But he's not getting back up this time.

But at least the last thing he can see is that the Elite is most definitely in the same shape he is, on the ground with a sword in his chest.

And he dies at least knowing that Leon's chances for survival are much greater with that one gone.]

[Sprinting next to you while having a casual conversation.] Oh, really? Now that's not nice!

[Hey! His cut isn't nearly as bad as your arm! It won't even need stitches! Yet... of course the way he keeps jumping around probably isn't good for it.

BESIDES! What cut on his leg?! HE HAS NO CUT!]

Oh, I can't wait to tell Meryl that. It's not MY fault he lost an arm Meryl! He was too scared of the doctors to have it looked at!

[The game plan might have a few surprises, actually. Shikamaru focuses his attention on one of the Elite behind Wolfwood, moving slower than the others. He'll do.

His hands quickly come up, forming the handseals for the body replacement technique. There's a puff of smoke, and in the next instant the Elite he focused on before is standing in his place.

On the other side of the group, Shikamaru is of course where he used to be, and using his advantage to attack the Elite from behind, slashing at their wings with his trench knives. Their attention should be split, now that the both of them are no longer surrounded.]

Oh, and I'm the only one who avoids doctors like they're the plague?

Hey! I go to do the doctors when [I'm dying] I have to!

[oh wow, we're sprinting buddies |D]

Yeah! These guys don't have any manners! Like at all! What did their mamas and papas even teach them growing up? I would think 'don't shoot an innocent guy with arrows' would be at the tip top of the list!!

[...That is rather surprising. But Wolfwood's still going to just go with the flow—and he pauses just long enough for some poor Elite to accidentally run his sword through the third party member that took the ninja's place.

Oops.

Grabbing the now dead Elite by the neck of his armor, he slams him forward into a group like a bowling ball to a set of pins, and aims his crucifix from one side of the group to fire across it in a spray of accurate bullets.

Suffice to say, their arms rip and tear in blood and their left wings are soon under the attack of his pistol while they're stuck in the pain of the initial attack.]

[Shikamaru spares a moment to make sure Wolfwood is holding up all right before putting his trench knives away. He's not the strongest physical fighter to begin with, and now that the element of surprise is up, it's time for a new tactic.

An Elite that comes after him with a spear soon finds himself caught in Kage Mane no Jutsu. Manipulating another person's body via their connecting shadows is a skill Shikamaru has gotten much better with since his fight with Hidan, and it pays off here. Using the soldier as a meat shield, he mimics the action required to use the spear, making the Elite himself stab his fellow soldiers.

Their sense of camaraderie must suck, however, because it doesn't take them long to all out attack the guy. Shikamaru releases his hold before one hacks the guy's arm off, splitting his shadow before the same happens to him by extension. Shadow Imitation goes both ways, after all.]

By that time, you already have a good idea of what you can expect, but it's better to experience it yourself. [Because Caesar was definitely the type who learned better when he was actually dealing with the situation.] Of course, not many can claim to be a successful strategist already by my age.

[He's too slow. He's too slow. He hasn't practiced enough. The negative thoughts threaten to stop Leon completely, even as he watches as Asad tangle with the Elite.

And then everything goes into slow motion as he sees Asad fall with a sword sticking out of his chest.

His mind goes blank. He barely sees the Elite fall in the same condition as Asad; all he sees are feathers and fire. But there are still Third Party soldiers there. He can't see them, but they're there.

An incantation comes to mind, again replacing the last spell he had been trying to get out. A sudden surge adrenaline allows him to spit out the words quickly and invoke the complex symbol associated with it.

He's never cast it before. But now-- now he had no allies on the field to worry about.]

Extinction.

[The symbol saps a lot of his own energy--there are many functioning components and massive effects that follow. Enhanced further by the tome he holds, scrying crests appear in the air and rain down meteors with surprising frequency. They crash to the ground, causing great damage and catching the reinforcements in the broad spell range.

When the shaking finally stops, when the dust finally settles, there are great amounts of destroyed hen houses, chicken corpses, and the scattered bodies of the few Third Party reinforcements. The earth and nearby field are scorched. Leon sits down heavily where he had been standing, dazed.

He feels sick. And even though all of the soldiers are now taken care of, he feels more helpless than he has in quite awhile.]

Edited 2011-03-12 04:05 (UTC)

Oh, okay. I'll just go to the doctor.

When I have to.

It's alright... He did it willingly, and it was a noble act. I'm very grateful to him.

[She nods, then glances around.]

We should continue....

Exactly the level of insanity required if one is to be in the military without going completely mad. Shall we?

You're BLEEDING! Can you even LIFT that thing right now!? [Motioning to the Punisher.] I think you have to!

Maybe you should stay behind and teach them some manners!

...

[He tries lifting said Punisher with his bleeding arm, and deadpans when the bandage spluts red.

... huh.]

Well, how about YOU try jumping on that leg of yours!

[YEAH SEE, NOW WE'RE EVEN.]

[A blade whizzes by Wolfwood's cheek, leaving a shallow cut, as the firefight light of his cross flashes off the sharp of his stoic jaw. It was only when one circled around that he broke into a grunt and a teeth grit, swiveling around and smashing the barrel of the Punisher into their neck.

There's a resounding snap before the man collapses with his head twisted at an impossible angle; Nicholas' arm, reddens wet under one sleeve from a wound he received earlier on in the draft in his difficult maneuver, but he rests himself into just firing his handgun rounds off to finish who's left if he can.]

Alright! I will! [Jumps!]

[Hops on his one GOOD legs, seeing as you didn't say which!]

[... Do you really think I'm that stupid. B|]

Now the other one.

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