We're more than carbon and chemicals

[lucetimods]

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!))

Comments

[notabluesbro]

Cross still has half, but I can rely on the guns if all else fails—plenty enough for now.

[He's also got his rockets, but he has a feeling you'd bitch and moan about him being a shitty preacher if he tried to use them effectively.]

They're closing in preeeetty fast.

[goldenglasses]

They do seem pretty excited about closing the gap between us. [And with one fluid motion his handgun is refilled.] Ready? [He hopes so, because he's already moving forward and taking aim before he hears the answer. :|b]

[notabluesbro]

Like always.

[Pfft, what are you even asking for? He's got his handgun aimed and the crucifix pulled back in his grasp ready to fire when he needs it. Same as usual, ain't it? Always getting into spats that end with a silly gunshow. Oh well. Let's kick some ass, spikey.]

[goldenglasses]

[Force of habit! He already assumed you would be. Just like he doesn't bother to take any extra looks back to you. He doesn't need to worry about getting in the way of your fire and he knows you can handle what's coming at you.

Knowing all of that takes so much off his mind so that he is able to focus. Focus on bringing out his hidden gun to spray a line of bullets across the elites legs. That should slow them down a bit.]

[notabluesbro]

[BRB, turning and blocking the both of them from a volley of arrows. He's happy to say they're nothing near as damaging as bullets to the crucifix.]

[goldenglasses]

[Darting behind that nifty cover you're providing.]

You know what, I just had a great idea.

How about you take care of these guys? I'll wait here. [He's kidding. Or is he?]

[notabluesbro]

[He glances back and slams his foot into Vash's ankle sharply.]

How about you hurry up and shoot at them before I shoot at you.

1/2 LOOK! MY SUNGLASSES ARE TELEPORTING! *Kicks self for that*

[goldenglasses]

OW! Okay! Okay! Jeez, you don't have to be so mean about it. I'll do it.

2/2

[goldenglasses]

[The he waits just a moment or two for the shots to slow just a tiny bit before going serious again, peeking out from around the Punisher and firing six shoots rapidly into the wings of six Third Party members before ducking back around to reload.]

also /KICKS you for that

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood takes over the fort on that one, aiming over the arm of the cross to take out a handful on his own. That doesn't stop the Third Party angels from deciding to start circling the full 360 degrees. So much for cross protection.]

Re: also /KICKS you for that

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is ready and fully reloaded as they begin to circle; he moves to cover your back and takes aim.] Man... why do they always have to do things the hard way? [BANG! BANG!]

[notabluesbro]

[He glances back before aiming and firing.]

Trouble always follows you, remember??

[goldenglasses]

Hey! I was having a pretty uneventful life in Luceti until you showed up! [Whoops, shooting down that one coming in for an aerial attack.]

[notabluesbro]

[And walks a few steps to the left to avoid one of the injured guys falling on top of them. Hope you walked, too, Mr. Stampede. :|;;]

Hey, don't look at me! I was a peaceful peach when I showed up.

[goldenglasses]

That's why I think all the trouble we've - [Side stepping out of the way.] - shared is because of you!

[Shooting a couple arrows out of the air. The Punisher can't take all of the defense glory after all!]

[notabluesbro]

[RATATATATATA—]

Hey, if that were the case, the girls would've followed me instead of you, Mr. Outlaw!

[goldenglasses]

[One moment. Ducking close to you for backup while I refill my gun. He COULD just use his other gun, but the handgun is so much more precise when targeting wings.] Naw, they just want to follow the better looking one.

[notabluesbro]

Or maybe they just needed to find themselves a broom to sweep with.

[goldenglasses]

Come now, Wolfwood. Don't be jealous. It's not my fault you can't pull of this stunningly good look. [Okay! Gun loaded and ready to go again!]

[notabluesbro]

Oh, you're absolutely right. I've always wished I could look like a tool people clean bar floors with. Poor me.

[He grunts at the sight of kamikaze-like angels swooping in for glory and aiming their weapons every which way. He barks at Vash over his shoulder, in case the man can't see the impending attack yet—]

To the right!

[goldenglasses]

Covered! [Vash has his gun raised and starts firing. Taking out their thrown weaponry and then their wings in a nearly robotic fashion.]

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood squeezes off one last round, hitting a stray blade that had fallen from one of their hands, and then it seems fairly quiet, save for the muffled noises of injured Third Party members.]

About time.

[He wipes his forehead with the back of his wrist, looking pretty chill about all of this.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash sighs.] Glad that's over with.

[notabluesbro]

Surprisingly, they're pretty easy when you consider we normally deal with bullets. [like, walking casually passed them, and stuff.]

[goldenglasses]

Haha. Yeah, arrows are much easier to dodge than bullets. [Kneeling down to double check this Third Parties's injuries. Nope, it shouldn't be life threatening, just looks bad.]