Saithor

Sorry for my dissapearing, Holdiays became a bit too much for a while, I'll try to get a post in today.

The German World War 1 vet is in if you'll take him!

Ehh, can I still post Gauss' IC resposne without intruding upon the Initiative tracker?

"Oh really, Du kleine Scheisse?" Gunther said as he walked over to the armored mercenary. Despite his weariness, the german sttagered over to the mercenary, said to Phalanx "You should probably get the woman to her court date, ja? Unless someone else can do it?" Then Gauss started the build-up kinetic energy in his fist. "Now you listen to me, thug. These men, they won't hurt or kill you. No, because there nice guys. I," he said holding up a hand crackling with kinetic force, weakened by his wounds but still deadly "am not. Perhaps you have heard of the first world war? I imagine so. I thought in that war, you little Schweinhund, in firt and filth and muck, and I killed men like they were rats, men who were much better than you, much more innocent, much less deserving of death. Now think of this, if I was willing to kill those men like rats, what does that make you in my eyes?" Gunther slammed a kinetically charge fist into the mercenary's midsection. "And think about what you can do to keep me from making your life hell!"

To heck with it, have Phalanx fly her off. Intimidation roll just for fun 1d20+9=16. Then he'll punch back-up 3 for the heck of it. Damage from Kinetic Strike, -3 from Fatigued is a DC 22 Toughness with Knockback 3, Mighty, Improved Critical 2.

Wait, I thought Back-up #3 had flown off?

Gauss was a little taken aback by the vigilantes rather rude reply to his offer of help. "Fine, du kleine Schweinhund" he muttered under his breath. He went towards the front of the train when the last mercenary flew off and the whoever that was on the ground broke down, he decided to hes back. "Well, it looks like we have someone trying to evade a court-date. I don't suppose you can fly?" he asked the vigilante.

Gauss leaned out of the trail care and fired off another shot, only for it to miss completely. Grunting in annoyance he prepared for a second shot. He must be sick or something, he wasn't this bad at aiming. Admittidly, in the War his targets hadn't been moving this fast. He leaned back inside to see a man in spandex beating up one of the power-armored men. "You want some help with that, herr...?"

Guuh! I swear one of these days, I will hit more than 50% of the time, if I have to bribe the dice roller with software to do it! IC will be up soon, feel free to skip me though, as it's just going to be "made a shot, missed" post again pretty much.

Gauss will just try the blast again at this point. Not going to leave that train for now. 1d20+4=20 DC 24 Toughness I believe.

Gauss fell to the floor of the train, the Ast of energy sending him to the edge of concioussness, but he still managed to reflexively fire off a blast of kinetic force, this time hitting his opponent and it appeared to Gauss' strained vision, knocking him from the sky.

the one who shot me, so 5 I believe.

Blast roll 1d20+9=20 Hit?

1d20+9=10 Well that's a greatly failed toughness test. Curse you to Bloody Hell Orokos!

Gunther grunted as the energy blasted him again, and his bones felt even more battered than the last time. The German ran back into the other train, saw the man flying away, and fired off another blast of kinetic energy that sheared off part of the side of the train, and hit the flying enemy, but failed too make any lasting impact. Why did I come to America? Gunther thought to himself.