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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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[He was doing a bang-up job by the last day; refilled on ammunition, and able to take down the easier third party lackeys, Wolfwood makes his way back toward the defensive post before he gets himself caught up with a Shifter. Well, two, but one of them gets a bullet straight through the temple before he has time to process Wolfwood's presence.

Of course, it's not obvious it's a Shifter until he aims the Punisher, pulls the trigger, and gets an unpleasant click.]

...

[click, click, clickclick.]

... Aaah, shit.

[BRB, hiding behind a tree with his one functional handgun while he's almost pelted with... uh, what are those, even? Throwing knives? fml. B|]

Edited 2011-02-28 21:59 (UTC)

[And there will be four kunai incoming to deflect those knives, a ninja dropping down from the tree above right after them.]

Cripes, did we miss one? How troublesome.

[Wolfwood glances upward—if not for the kunai, he would have probably at the very least aimed at the ninja; but as it is, he furrows his brow in surprise. Pleasant surprise.]

Shikamaru!

Yo. [He lands in a crouch, throwing another kunai at the shifter - this one with an exploding tag tied to it. The Shifter wisely moves out of the way, but that will only buy them a few seconds.]

My group's split off to handle other things, so we're probably not going to get any back-up on this one. Wanna tag team it with me?

[He nods.]

Sure thing—the bastard cut off my technology, though, so all I've got to shoot with is this.

[He holds up the handgun, before stepping forward and swiveling the cross to block the two of them casually from a few more knives.]

That so? [Oh, now he's grinning. Shikamaru pulls a small smoke bomb out of his vest, throwing it to the ground between them and the Shifter.

He kneels, looking back up at Wolfwood and keeping his voice lowered so their opponent doesn't hear them.] That'll buy us a few seconds. If he's shifted away your tech, then I'll be able to use my abilities. But I'll need you to cover me when the smoke clears.

[He nods, gun at the ready, glancing at the smoky trail evaporating slowly into the air.]

Just leave it to me.

[Shikamaru forms the necessary hand signs - rat - and the shadow beneath his feet darkens, it's shape stretching forward along the ground. The smoke's clearing, but providing enough of a cover that the Shifter hasn't seen it yet, more focused on locating them as he is.

Shikamaru doesn't make his move until he does. And sure enough, there's a shift in the air as the Shifter sees them, throwing another set of knives. As he does, Shikamaru moves his hands into the second seal - bird.]

Kage Nui no Jutsu! [No longer flat, his shadow takes a turn into three dimensions, separating into several sharp, needle-like strands (similar to what's seen here in the first five seconds). He directs them forward, targeting weak points in the Shifter's armor; tendons. If their opponent has any sense of self-preservation whatsoever, it will shift away his ability before his shadows reach the wings. But he'll be wounded.]

[Meanwhile, those knives will be carefully shot out of the air before they can even get far. Wolfwood steps out with cross held up--with the bastard focusing on his technology, his strength hasn't been hindered, fortunately--and aims again; the Shifter'll be focusing his attention on that scary little gun of his.]

[There's something brilliant in that. Shikamaru gets the feeling that whatever that cross does, it's something big. The Shifter isn't going to be able to get away so easily now, and from the look on his face, he knows it.

The shadows dig deeper, piercing past the armor now and anchoring in bone to hold him in place, all the better target - cross or no cross.]

You lose.

[But as it would turn out, more members of the Third Party are kamikaze than not. Before the Shifter's wings are rendered useless like his knees and the tendons and his ankles were, his eyes flash and he switches to negating magic. He uses his wings to push him forward to the two as fast as he can, another set of knives at the ready and flying through the air again. Seems that he's convinced that if he's going down, he's taking them out too.]

Edited 2011-03-03 04:35 (UTC)

[The cross buzzes to life, as Wolfwood runs to the side, skids, and turns the cross upward onto his shoulder, heavy as it feels to do so; the missile that proceeds to fire turns just so—faintly, very faintly—and rockets right into the topside of the Shifter's wing, sending him in a plume of smoke to crash bloodily to the ground.

Alive, but cut to ribbons by shrapnel, and close to death. Wolfwood recognizes that the man was going to die with such wounds, so he turns his cross back around and finishes the job with a few short bursts of machine gun to the skull.

...It's a good thing Vash isn't around for this one. That was his first and last straightforward kill out here.]

...

[He pushes up on his glasses.]

Looks like we're finished out here.

[Shikamaru thinks he got the better option of the two, having just the knives to contend with. From his crouch, he backflipped out of the way, letting them pass beneath him and landing in the tree behind.

Ow. Well, all but one. In comparison to most ninjas from his world, his stamina sucks. His skills are best for support, not non-stop fighting, and despite Katara's help days earlier, it's obviously getting to him again. No excuse, but a blade to the back of his shoulder is significantly better than a lot of other places it could have gone.

...weirdly enough? The cross is what interests him more. Ninjas have strange priorities. He nods at Wolfwood.] Yeah, looks like it. Better not be anymore of those guys around, either. I know it's my job and all, but I'm getting sick of dealing with them.

[A nod, before he straightens up and looks the ninja over.]

You get hit?

[Wolfwood's used to walking around bullets and blocking them, but it's not so easy. Knives either, especially from fighters like these.]

Yeah. But I'll live. My jacket slowed it down. [Never before has he been grateful for it being so bulky until now.]

Ah, that's good to hear.

[And hey, we can probably start back. It's not like gonna' run into any more bad guys, or anything. :|a]

What exactly did you do, back there?

[Of course not. That would be inconvenient. 8|a]

My jutsu? It's a technique unique to my clan. We're shadow manipulators.

...Jutsu?

Hey, hey, don't forget we're not all magical types around here. I've never heard of such a thing before, y'know.

Shortened way of saying ninjutsu. It's a ninja technique.

Ninjas, huh? Not a whole lot of those around back home... [None that he's ever met, anyway. Though, he did meet a samurai!

and shot him to death. Ahh, well.]

Seems to be the case with most people's worlds. [He shifts his flak jacket some around his injured shoulder, keeping the pressure over it.

And because there's not much point hiding it now:] Seems like I'm the odd one out. Ninja make up the large majority of the world's military force, where I come from.

[Hn—]

S'that so? Well, you're a hell of a lot more efficient than the idiots in my world. At least, if your ninjas are any good at fighting like you are.

... My world has some pretty awful fighters, anyway.

Heh. So does mine. I'm one of them. [He doesn't fight hard - he just fights smart.] You seem pretty capable, though.

[He pauses, mid-cigarette light ~~where did that come from~~, shifting the unwrapped cross on his shoulder. No use wrapping it up when he fights so much here.]

Me? Eeh, capable enough to keep myself alive. I'm not too great against Shifters, but I've been able to at least keep them from killing me off.

[...there's a sting of guilt at that, but he keeps it out of his voice.] That's supposed to be my job anyways. It's hard to tell just how many of them there are, but from the look of things, almost all of them have been taken care of. You shouldn't have to deal with many more of them, if any.

[By this point, the Elites should be the biggest contenders still left around.]

[He just does a little nod of gratitude in his direction.]

Don't even sweat it. Anything you guys've done...

[Oh, hey, Elite-who-suddenly-appeared-out-of-the-brush.]

... really...

[And there's another, and another, and are they forming a circle around us?]

...helps...

Edited 2011-03-09 07:27 (UTC)

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