Supercape

GM "Mack" replied Mack, biting his lip. "Vic" said Vic, keen to interject and be more than a lemon. "Errr, right" said Mack, nodding at Vic and wondering what kind of day this would be. Not the best, one would imagine! "I don't think they are real dogs. Not any more" said Mack, muttering to himself. "Not for the past few days. I mean, they were always mean and nasty. I got some scars on my leg from a couple of months back. But now, hell. Well, hell. Literally hell. I swear i can smell brimstone on their breath..." He bit his lip harder. "I shouldn't be talking like this. Boss man gonna kill me!" he gulped.

GM "Oh...yeah, sure...." said the young man. He put his hand through his hair and tried to look professional, or cool, or handsome. Or something. "I mean, Hector's the boss. But, look lady, I better take you there. I mean, the dogs..." he looked worried. "Well, I think they are dogs, anyway" he muttered, unsure of himself. "I mean, you don't want to be around if the dogs aren't chained up. To be honest, you don't want to be around here when they are chained up, either. But if you have business with Hector..." He looked concerned. "Are you sure you want to see him, missy? I mean, Hector is one mean son of a gun. Dangerous guy..."

He cant match that!

GM "What? Who Err...." said the young man, dropping his magazine. It had a bit picture of Mo Nah, a Vietnamese celebrity of no talent bar her looks, dressed up in a chainmail bikini and swining an axe. Very good hair and make up, one could appreciate that at least. He half recovered and stood up. He wasn't quite as tall as Jessica, so it didn't have quite the effect he was hoping for. "What delivery? I don't think we ordered anything" he asked, a little confused. Maybe even a little suspicious. "We deal in scrap, and you don't get delivered scrap. We buy it, we sell it" he explained, scratching his head. "You don't look like no scrap..."

GM Arrowhawk missed the chin but hit the shoulder. The man might have been fifty but he wasn't slow, even if Arrowhawk was faster. He grunted and moved to the left a little. "That all you got?" he said, bluntly. He was, however, in a difficult situation. Up against the side of the rooftop with no escape route, and a sniper rifle in his hands that wasn't much use this close. He dropped it and pulled out a knife instead. "Been a long while since I had to gut someone up close" he explained. But he wasn't quite so confident now. Even if he wasn't confident, he had pride. Steely, diamond hard pride. This wasn't some punk Arrowhawk could intimidate or expect to walk away. His previous gesture had been one of respect for Arrowhawk, not his own fear. He slashed at her. He was able, and strong, but whilst he was clearly a crack shot, he was not so skilled up close. "The interesting thing about these implants" he said, coldly "is that they record everything. So even if you tie me up, arrest me, knock me out..." He grinned coldly. "I still have footage of you shooting at me first...."

Reactior Shot against AH: 1d20+10 12 A miss! And the bow shaft attack hits. Tough Save: 1d20+7 24 This is turning into a no-back down type of situation! However, he is now backed into a corner and as its equipment he is using, giving it the usual penalties of blah blah - in other words, you cant really effectively use a sniper rifle this close. So out comes his knife, as a move action, and its stab time. Stab Time: 1d20+5 13 a miss! So Arrowhawk is up ROund 4 (ish) 28 Arrowhawk - Injured x2, Bruised x2, 3 HP 15 Sniper - Unharmed

GM "Don't push your luck. You are bleeding. I can see it. I can practically smell it" he said, apparently confidently. The gun didn't move, and neither did he. "You don't let me do anything. I do what I want, and I will blow your brains away if you get in my way. We aren't doing a deal" he continued, confidently. "I am going to walk away from here, and you can either try and stop me, or you can walk away too. It doesn't bother me either way. My bullets come out of expenses" he said with a cruel smile. "The people I work for. They like hunting humans. Takes money to do that, and some spite. I killed before, and no doubt Ill kill again. But I do it for money, not sport" explained the Sniper. "Now, go and bleed somewhere else. I'm going to get back to protecting those rich kids and making them feel tough. The idiots..."

GM The Sniper kept his rifle up but didn't fire again. Yet. "You got guts. Most people stay down when shot. I put at least two slugs in you" he said, voice soft low and raspy. "I don't mind killing, but I got respect for someone like you" he explained. "My job is just to clear the path. Protect the hunters. That's what I get paid for. Dirty business, but I don't mind gettin' dirty" he snarled. "Better than me moping around when I lost my eyes. But I got up and dragged myself out of the mess I was in. Bit like you..." He glanced over at the pick up truck that was scraping away down the street. "I done my job. So I ain't gonna kill you. Just stay out of my way. If you can do that, I wont be putting a third round in you..."

Pausing from combat briefly. However, the Sniper will take a Ready Action: Fire at Arrowhawk if she approaches / attacks

GM "Shot? No don't! I mean, don't get shot! Or leave...! It's dangerous!" blubbered the Prince. "Those things are shooting at you! they might hit you! Which means you would get shot!" he explained, most helpfully. He fell to his knees, hands pressed together in a prayer to the universe. "I don't want you to die! I mean, your music! It would be a terrible loss! You are so talented...a singer...a musician...a songwriter....a perfomer....a....a....oh I LOVE YOU!" he screamed, falling to the floor in a wail. He looked up, teary. "And I can help! I'll save you! Nobody knows the top of this tower like me!"

GM The flash seemed not to worry the man at all. He just grinned. "Those little tricks wont help" he said, voice deep and ridden with gravel. "I got my eyes burned out five years ago, and got something else welded in place. Don't try blinding a man without eyes..." He backed off himself...slowly and carefully, until his boots hit the edge of the building. He was perhaps only ten or twenty feet away. He took a look down. Thirty feet to the street. "I'm still paying off the debt for them. So I gotta do what I gotta do..." he explained, grimly, before firing off another round into Arrowhawk...

Reflex Saves vs Dazzles: 2#1d20+5 18 14 so made them! Sniper Men Move Action: Back off to the edge of the building (we are thirty feet up) Standard Action: Fire Sniper Rifle Fires Sniper Rifle: 1d20+10 26 Pow! Sorry, another DC 21 Tough Save!

Lament "Oh ho..." muttered Luther, backing off. "You don't want to be going there..." Maybe he might have tried to delay, or talk to the figure. Whatever it was. It certainly didn't look human. But maybe it was? Maybe...maybe....but the Void was getting hungry, and that meant Luther was getting nervous. It needed to be fed. He reached out, trying to suck all joy and hope from the thing. His back hit the door to the room. Whatever happens, he told himself, that thing was not getting in...

No problems! Standard Action: Lash out with Perception Ranged Emotion Control (Despair) - keep the Void fed! DC 20 Will Save Move Action: Back off to cover the door.

Rev "I could certainly do with some rest. Got to spray on Zhu's gel skin" sighed Rev looking at her chrome arms and legs. Need to? Well, it would be advisable. Attracted less attention. "A pair of sneakers if you have any. And some lollipops to get my sugar back up. But even better would be some fuel. I'm running a bit low after charging around" she said, giving a lopsided awkward grin. "Any petrochemical will do. Military space fuel, even!" she added keenly.

GM Now, up close (ish), she could see the sniper. He was a large man, over six foot, and broad shouldered. He looked strong and grizzled, dressed in a long overcoat and wearing body armour. He would probably be around fifty, at a guess. An experienced man, without any apparent loss of vitality. Most interesting was his eyes - although they could not be seen. He appeared to have a pair of thick high tech sunglasses on - which was pretty odd given the dim light here. Around the sunglasses a network of nasty scars could be seen. He pointed his gun casually in the direction of Arrowhawk, not quite on target, but not quite. He seemed not to see Arrowhawk. Seemed. But Arrowhawk could see the way his rifle seemed to track her.... He could see her!

Rolly Wolly Doop de doo: 1d20 13 you notice stuff as per IC!

GM For a moment, the alligator stayed still. Like a stone. The only sign was the faint sloshing off the filthy water. Then, with a gurgle, the alligator sank below the surface. Whatever primal force, whatever animal instinct, that had charged the teeth and fangs of Lobisomem, it had worked. The Alligator was a natural predator, and its great size had not diminished that mind set. But something instinctive had hit in. It was facing another predator of equal ferocity and strength. No easy prey. No easy meat. Even if it won the tussle, it would be scarred. Its primitive reptilian mind made up, the Alligator swam away...

So thats pretty darn high! Even with -8 penalty on interaction skills, the Alligator cannot beat that so off it slinks!

None of the dogs can make that tough save, so they are all out!

GM "Whats that? Argh!" screamed one of the men on the back of the pick up, dropping his crossbow to the road where it clattered still. He clutched his ears and tripped over onto his backside, still on the Pick up but quite disorientated. Crack! Another dull thud of the sniper above, who seemed to be enjoying himself. The Dogs barked furiously - perhaps the explosion of light and sound would have scared off any other dog, but these were furious ones - bred to salivate and kill. And that is exactly what they did, jumping up at Arrowhawk. The Pick Up truck went into reverse, and started screaming back down the street, colliding into trash and brick, scraping both sides and clipping one mirror clean off. Credit to the driver, he managed to keep it reasonably straight. "Damn it! Wheres the sniper?" yelled one of the men on the back of the pick up, firing a crossbow bolt quite wide.

To finish off the round: The Sniper will take another pot shot: Pot shot at Arrow: 1d20+10 24 hitting (another ballistic DC 21 Tough save) The Dogs will come in screaming and rending: Attack Arrow: 3#1d20+3 12 5 21, one hit (DC 17 Bite Toughness Save) The Driver will reverse: Ill give him a DC 10 Skill Roll to avoid crashing: Drives: 1d20+5 11 Just making it, and putting them fifty feet down the street on a bigger road. And at the same time one of the Hunters will fire a crossbow bolt - now at -4 due to firing into melee, but at +2 with Aim action Crossbow Bolt: 1d20+1 10 Missing!

Lazy stuff reflex rolls: 6#1d20 13 5 19 19 17 18 for the three dogs and three hunters, although giving the last hunter (driving) a +2 bonus on reflex for being inside the car. So, with DC 16, and +5 Reflex for Dogs and +2 for Drivers, that makes: Area: Save, Fail, Save....Save, Save, Save More lazy reflex rolls: 6#1d20 11 14 15 5 15 19 And for dazzles (DC 13 or 16) that makes Dazzle: Save, Save, Save, Fail, Save, Save. A magnificently effective one hunter dazzled (and to keep it simple, I am removing him from combat)

Bloody Mess "Huh, I can go all night too!" grunted the Mess, slamming his fists together and rumbling his mouth as a kind of makeshift battle cry. He ducked and weaved, shuffling his feet, just like every boxing lesson had drummed into him. Whilst slow of head normally, the Mess had a natural brutal cunning with street fighting. And so he kicked, just to shake it up. To let the Battle Brother know he wasn't a clean boxer. But he put his foot down, not intending to actually kick with it, and move forward to give a straight right, full of might pumped up muscle!

Move Action: Fast Feint - Feint on Jack: 1d20+5 24 Standard Action: Punch Punches Jack: 1d20+10 26 I am going to guess that hits! DC 25 Tough.