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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
9/28/2015 10:02:00 PM
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She shadestepped through the volley of high arc force, the energy splashing and crackling where she once stood. Pulling her arm back, a bow and arrow formed, the girl releasing the shadowshot.
The arrow raced towards the turret, the void anchor latching onto the weapon and frying the mechanics and rendering it useless.
Two more arrows left...oh what would be targeted next.
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The Skiff begins flying in her direction, lightning crackling within. Vandals peek out from behind cover, shooting Arc bolts in her direction. The Skiff releases a volley of pre-cooked grenades and sharply turns, skidding across the dull Hadium walls.
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"Okay, this skiff is pissing me off."She said bitterly, barely dodging one of the Nades that bounced off the ground. She fired the last two arrows at the skiff, the void energy tethering it to the walls with great difficulty. Wasting no time, she ducked behind cover and taking out her rocket launcher, releasing a volley of rockets towards the skiff. Thanks to the void, the damage was tripled, the Rockets blasting wholes into the skiff. She took out her two revolvers and spun them on her fingers, stepping from cover.
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The Skiff drops, falling into the abyss below. The Fallen emerge from their hiding places, firing Arc bolts at Artemis. From the Towers, Tracer Shanks come from behind the Rune controls, taking aim at the Huntress.
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[i]shit[/i] She managed to side step grenades and fire from the vandals, but a few tracers line of fire managed to hit her in her upper shoulder. Wincing, but pushing the stinging away, she dealt with the vandals, blinking behind them and dropping them one by one.
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A Reaver Vandal draws its blades, parrying your melee and grabbing your arms. As you wrestle, a Tracer snipes you in the back.
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The breath was knocked from her lungs as she was hot, the woman gritting her teeth. She kneed the vandal in the stomach, his grasp broken and the huntress rolling away and pulling out her sniper. The tracers were the next to go, each one bursting in a pile of parts due to her deadly percision. She looked around, gauging the rest of the fallen battalion.
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You count a Captain with a Shrapnel Launcher and four Vandals, two with Wire Rifles and two with Shock Rifles. All begin firing at you.
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She took aim for the snipers, two bullets finding homes in their cranium. The woman noticed, however, that she ran low on ammo, strapping the rifle across her back. Pain stabbed through, yet she pressed on, needing to do something about her wounds. She called it a gift, being able to affiliate with all three damage types, arc coursing through her as she raced towards the vandals. Blades appeared and dug into their skin, the light hungering, her wounds starting to heal.
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The first two easily go down. You move for the Captain as he fires his gun into you, his shields absorbing the first blow, his armor absorbing the second, and the third blow kills him. The room is empty, and the door is closed.
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The arc energy dissipates and she's left to stand there, letting out a heavy sigh. [i]fůcker[/i]
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The Runes continue to burn, and the door remains closed.
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"The Runes, get to the runes, let me transmit them."Hades called, the woman complying without further question. She leapt across the moving bridges, pulling herself up to the first rune, her ghost working on cracking it immediately. "Good, now the other."He ordered, Artemis already across the abyss in a heartbeat. It took a moment longer, but the run stopped, and the doors creaked open loudly.
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The Skiff roared over the Osmium Throne, a large, metal coffin carrying the remains of Oryx's blade back to the base. The Eliksni crew sat, tired from loading the sword in such a short amount of time. But Beowulf sat in fear. He needed to keep her occupied, long enough so that the blade could be safely locked away in the chambers of his Ketch. Hopefully that wouldn't take too long. He lifted himself from the ground, opening one last rift, an empty Skiff flying through. The Fallen looked at their Kell, eager to serve. [b][i]"Go back to the Ketch."[/i][/b] They gazed in confusion. They could feel it too— the stench of the light, burning their skin! They needed this fight! But alas, it was for naught. [b][i]"I must do this alone."[/i][/b] He turned around, summoning a new rift. He walked through, exiting at the final portal. It was time for a reunion.
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She walked through, the air in front of her bending and warping as a portal opened. The woman had expected another skiff at this rate, however was surprise when [i]he[/i] stepped out. It didn't make sense, what purpose was it to venture into Oryx's pit for nothing? "I'm detecting a rupture not too far, fallen activity."Hades piped up. Ah. So he [i]was[/i] after something, he had just been stalling. She hadn't cared though at the moment, keeping a calm demeanor but... anger had coursed through her body. He casted her into that pit, one she grew stronger from, slaying Crota with his own sword. "If you wanted me dead, you should have just killed me yourself." She said lowly.
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He chuckles. [b][i]"It has been far too long, Huntress."[/i][/b] He slides a hand beneath his cloak... And pulls out Fatebringer, tossing it to you.
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"Aye." She said, catching the hand cannon and twirling it on her finger. From her inventory, Hades materialized a shrapnel launcher, one she kicked to him. "You've been busy, tell me...what is it you're after?"She asked, fatebringer in one hand, and a last word in the other.
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He hefted it up, inspecting the machine. [b][i]"I could give you a million different answers to that question, but I'll just give you a general synopsis. The Hive, my dear, and the Taken."[/i][/b]
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"Tch, selfish."She sighed, pacing before him nonchalantly."If I'm correct, whatever is on that ketch, will help you obtain your...[i]desire[/i]" He led a house already, with an army that would follow any need or want. If he had gotten a hold of the Hive...
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He laughed softly. [b][i]"Selfish? I'm simply taking advantage of an unfortunate predicament."[/i][/b]
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Edited by Hayleesi: 9/29/2015 2:48:04 PM"The hive will not be tamed like some [b]pet[/b]."She spat, stopping and turning to him. "I know of many Hive that would rather have your head on a stick before they bow to uou. Hell, [i][b]I[/b][/i] want your head." She wasn't one to let anger show, but seeing him made her blood boil. She could feel the heat of Solar energy burn through her, flames dancing around her armor as she willed it at bay.
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His laughter only grew. [b][i]"You speak truth. They cannot be tamed. But... They can be Taken."[/i][/b]
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"Pathetic."She said simply, the flames fully succumbing her, the last word she held in her hand enhanced. "I'm through with your stalling game, I just want you [i][b]dead[/b][/i]."
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[b][i]"GRAH HA HA!"[/i][/b] He Blinks through space, and appears right in front of you, smacking aside the gun with one arm, and using his other three to drive the Shrapnel Launcher into her gut, pulling the trigger.
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She doubled over, before her body shook with a low laughter. Her hand gripped the shrapnel launcher, melting the through it. Sure the impact hurt like a bitch, but she learned a thing or two from the pit. Especially how to manipulate her light In different ways. "Too close."She mocked him, the flames licking and reaching out towards him.
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He rips the Shrapnel Launcher away, swinging it hard at her skull.
