By Sword and Axe
22st of July 2006 A.D.
Shutting your eyes an moment before Gard's flash-bang flies over your shoulder you charge through the brilliant light, your shield snapping open in your left like a malignant flower "Ware shotgun" you bark over your shoulder, opening your eyes just in time to dodge the wanabe biker... The smell of cordite fills the air as he fires off a panicked shot literally from the hip, but one shot isn't near enough to get through your armor or through
you.
Leaving him for dad to handle you jump and ride the couch's backrest onto the gunman taking cover behind it bringing the combined weight down with a satisfying thump and crunch. You are not sure what you broke, but you are pretty sure it must have been important. Another beat and you're in the AK gunner's face, his eyes widening with alarm as your arm delivers a full strength slash to the upper body with the flat of your blade Alas more from instinct than anything else he flails mostly out of the way catching the flat of your blade catching him in the shoulder and not the side of the head as you had meant to. No time to slow down now. The same motion carries you into a lunge past him into the fourth thrall's back, shield forward as you drive him into the wall and the alarm with the full weight of your body.
You can hear the plastic shattering under his weight with a hiss of torn circuitry and you can
feel his shoulder-blade dislodging under the blow. Damn that's gonna put him in a hospital.
As you turn you hear your dad call out: "Lay down your arms! This isn't your fight!"
From the way the fellow with the shotgun raises his weapon in his left hand it's clear he is not about to take the offer. So your dad hits him with the flat of the Sword, though he seems hesitant to strike a man already wounded and down.
Gard has no such compunctions about those in the service of her traitor sister slicing clean
through the AK then though the armor as though it wasn't there and into his chest onto bubbling red that stains the axe and the hand that bears it.
Well he certainly isn't going to shoot your dad now.
The rattle of a semi-automatic rends the air again as the guy on the floor sends bullets flying everywhere though mostly at Gard, by luck as much as aiming the blast hits her full in the shoulder and neck... and the Chooser of the slain turns slowly on her heel, unblemished skin under the torn shirt almost seeming to glow in the light of your anima.
"I give up! Stop please!" the guy you had smashed into the wall throws his riffle like it was a live snake.
That makes things a lot easier when it comes to choosing who to deal with. The guy with the semiauto is scrambling make his way out from under the couch, placing his head just in the right place for a running kick that sends him rolling over onto his back groaning as you spin and step over him to slam the side of your blade into the right shoulder of the fellow with the shotgun before he can even think to shoot again. The gun drops to the floor as he cradles his arm, just barely managing to choke out a plea off surrender through the pain.
So one guy who probably needs the ER, one knocked out and two surrendered.
What are you going to...?
The jangle of cuffs answers half your question as Gard cuffs the remaining prisoners with the speed of long practice.
"We need to call an ambulance," your dad says looking down at the wounded... maybe dying thrall.
"A call from there would give us away as surely as if he had hit the fire alarm," Gard points out as she wipes the blood off her axe on the back of the couch. "I assume the girl's life is worth more than his."
What do you argue?
[] Call an ambulance now, you don't think Katrina would be watching the emergency lines
[] Have Clipy send out a call when you are at the Undertown entrance, there are still at least two more thralls in the shop besides
[] Write in
OOC: Axes are not really that good for non-lethal take-downs, on the plus side no one on your side got hurt and you did not use any essence.