DRAFT LOG #2: The Battle Game!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Fighting bad guys!
When: Today (after 12PM) to the 19th, in the evening
Where: The Mining Facility
Summary: It's an underground mine! And the Malnosso want you to kill and capture all the bad guys! Oh, but don't let the rocks fall on you. That could hurt.
Rating: B for BLOOD. Seriously. People are going to die. People have already died. We're not going to make it out of here. We're all screwed, it's Game Over, man!

Everything you need to know is listed here and also this way. If you haven't signed up yet and want to be on this draft, then go do it and stop being lazy!

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[ day 4 ]

[herotypical]

[ things start out not too far from basecamp but buffy knows what's up. she taps the girl on the shoulder -- an unsubtle interpolation. the scythe glints red on her shoulder and she nods deeper into the cavernous structure.

come on, her demeanour says. let's do this. ]

[ day 4 ] oh same icon

[makeitquick]

[A short glance over her shoulder. Melaka sees the expression and nods. She hefts her own battle ax. Let's rock. She doesn't charge ahead as much as waiting for the moment when Buffy moves and they can go in an tandem.]

[ day 4 ]

[herotypical]

[ and so they proceed tandemically. one much shorter than the other but certainly no less confident. the whole affair has been long -- protracted -- but the right amount of cat-napping and jerky-munching has keep summers near the top of her game. and she's surprised to find that come the final days, she's relieved that jack is home. that she doesn't need to fret about him being once again taken out on one of these ugly little drafts. his wings are safe and sound back in the middle of a blizzard.

and she'd get home and they'd...well, that would be the battle-adrenaline talking in her veins. buffy huffs a sigh and shakes her head. shakes that image straight out of her mind. later.

there's ground to be gained, first. ]

[ day 4 ]

[makeitquick]

[The necks - the necks have been her focus for the time now. The ax allows her to sever heads if she hits the right spot. It's no good for scanning so in her more lucid moments with the team she's been going for more gut hits, but no, decapitation is much sound where possible here.

Oh oops, that one just got stuck in that guy.

She'll get it later, letting go and getting out a short sword]

[ day 4 ]

[herotypical]

[ meanwhile, buffy goes for the wings -- when she can get to them, at least -- it's a technique ingrained in her mind since the moment she had dug in and stripped the general of his plumage. each slices inspires a sympathetic shiver along her muscles. it's a horribly self-flagellating way to go about it.

but two elites were rounding upon the pair -- shouldering up in the tight shaft tunnel. ]

[ day 4 ]

[makeitquick]

[...And here's her with only a short sword against these armored freaks. She can take them, but this is a hassl- actually, one of them looks like she has a good sword she could use. With that in mind, the stabs the nearest mook through the gut and then holds up her arm, indicating a scythe change of hands - she needs something stronger to do what she hands in mind next for dealing with the female elite here]

Summers!

[ day 4 ]

[herotypical]

[ the toss comes more from instinct than design. she launches the scythe in mel's direction, happy to see her make use of it.

pleased.

proud. ]

[ day 4 ]

[makeitquick]

[Awesome. Caught and - Well first she needs to evade this first swipe, parry the second and- there. One strike to the forearm. Her intention was to sever it - armor prevented that, but the Elite does drop the sword she had for that. Mel rolls to pick it up and now dual-weilding scythe and sword gets in two or three more blows before the Elite knows what for.


...That said, then the Elite begins to use some shifting to make the ground shake. that's awkward]

[herotypical]

[ awh, hell. buffy scrambles wildly for something to hold onto -- a chunk of wall, anything. give her a moment to adapt, though, and she's throwing herself back into the fray. she still has the knife in her boot but she tries to avoid bringing it into play -- not when she's aching to get something a little more serious-business into her hands. a mean left-hook connects with the jaw of the second elite. ]

[makeitquick]

[Melaka also tries to get herself some sure footing. There's not a lot to be found, but... between the sword and the scythe, there's some bracing going on here. Mind you, there's a punch going for her too. Ugh. Oh-!

And she takes the hit, so a pause and then a retaliation in the form of a sword coming up to cut her]