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!))

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[endgames]

[Elsewhere, Shikamaru stops next to the barn, his speed giving way some as he can no longer mold the chakra to give it that extra edge. He could have used his shadows for what's coming next, but he can make do.

With another glance to the others to make sure they have the situation covered for now, he darts into the barn. There's a staircase, and he takes the steps three at a time until he reaches the second level. Most of the equipment remains down below, but there's still some things up here - older klunkier models of the skiffs in various states of repair. Lightweight enough not to bring the second level of the barn down, but heavy enough to do some damage when it does.

Quickly, Shikamaru moves to place explosive tags (pre-charged at the dorm) under each skiff, before reaching into a pocket of his flak jacket for wire and kunai. This next part will be trickier.]

[ooc: feel free to skip me for a few rounds - Shikamaru is just setting things up here.]

[markofthebrave]

[That. Was a really unnecessarily large weapon. Honestly, why do people have these things?

That - wasn't important. What was important was keeping him from actually drawing the giant ax out of his massive sheath. She'll be dodging in and attempting to hit his hand and break his wrist with her bo - or at least buy Masaomi and Kaori some time.

Thank you, Sokka, for making her a metal bo.

...and the Elite just jumps back and out of the way. She's really starting to dislike this guy.]

[generalflirt]

[But the pressure is something Masaomi firmly believes in. His assault is almost stopped by the Elite lifting the ground below him, but he shoves his shovel into the ground, and uses it to lift up off the ground- a pole-vault over to the Elite and punch him in the face. Or well, such is his intention. The blow actually connects into the Elite's chest, and then a secondary punch to the Elite's crotch.

Surprisingly, that doesn't seem to slow the warrior as much as he'd hoped.

The issue here is, of course, now he's much too close for comfort. The ax (mercifully) still isn't drawn, but now with Elite brings his hands the bear and pulls him into a grapple. Holy hell, Masaomi's never experienced someone so even to him in strength before other than, of course, Shizuo Heiwajima. ...And Simon, but he counts less. Anyone wanna save him?]

[seiriald]

[Dammit Masaomi, you weren't supposed to go back to him. She's speeding her way back as fast as she can, knives drawn and aiming for any weak spots in his wing armour. Even if she can't spot any, she could still make for a useful distraction as she sees an opening near his neck, revealing sensitive flesh beneath.

Leaping up and driving her blade as deeply in there as she could, all the while kicking at any place she could reach. She would not allow Masaomi to get hurt, not when she could stop it. Even if she has to take the blow in his stead.]

[generalflirt]

[...Oh man what is that? Kaori just jumped in and performed some made assault. His eyes go wide a little, watching this scene, because this a relatively small girl making a strike he couldn't hope to make. And he stares at this scene in a sort of horrified fascination for the moment, unsure quite what to do here. Does he strike? Doe he...

At very least, the Elite's arms are now off him, focused instead and swatting off the girl who is struggling on him. But suffice to say Masaomi is freezing for a moment.]

I hope this is OK

[markofthebrave]

Move!

[Katara's run forward by this time and her first move is to, quite rudely, shoulder Masaomi out of the way, supplanting his position. You do not just stand in striking range. Run or fight. Her second move, if the Elite is still distracted by reaching for Kaori, is to slam her bo hard towards his extended elbow. Hands off the girl, jackass.]

We can't let him get to the barn!

[Let him get to the barn, you guys.

Shikamaru, where are you!]

Just fine!

[seiriald]

[Kaori is sent slamming into the ground when Katara hits the Elite, wincing as she felt her Filial wings protest the action of landing on them. Never mind that, she's recovering as quickly as she could and making her way over the Masaomi to make sure he's still okay and not frozen, still. Actually, she's dragging him further away, out of the Elite's reach.

Damn it, is Shikamaru done yet?!]

[endgames]

[Done and done. He's about out of breath by the time he gets back, but he took advantage of the Elite's distraction to come at him from the right, trench knives out and making a sweep to the bleeding wound Kaori delivered.

The Elite dodges backwards in a flip, using his feet to try and kick Katara's bo away from her while he's at it. Shikamaru waits until that distance is between them again to make his comment to the rest of the team.]

Don't worry. Everything's ready. [He coughs; takes a breath of air.] There's not much even he can do to stop it now.

[Hook, line...]

[generalflirt]

[Shoved and then Kaori's pulling him? No way. He roughly pulls himself off from that grip]

Stop that!

[But then, when he's planning to close in again... there's Shikamaru. Masaomi's eyes narrow, but he snorts. Alright, fine. He doesn't rush, not sure where he's supposed to go now. So he pulls back a little to get to the same position as the rest of them. He just nods.]

[markofthebrave]

[Katara jumps back, avoiding the Elite's kick. But as she does so, she catches something out of the corner of her eye up in the sky, behind Masaomi and Kaori - a dozen Third Party soldiers flying in approach.]

Incoming!

[Meanwhile, the Elite attempts to break away and rush towards the barn. Time for a dramatic swing-and-miss with her bo.] No!