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John thought to himself that he was probably cursed when it came to magic users as the mass of enemies we planned on leaving behind were brought back into play. Magi seemingly crawled out of the woodwork wherever he went and truth be told, he was getting a mite tired of dealing with it. So disabling the man in the suit had become an priority objective to the clone. He charged past the martial artist, rushing towards the suited man. The faint glow of a force-field mean that normally one would have to batter that protection down to reach the 'gooey center' as it were, but John had the forces of gravity and inertia on his side. He grabbed hold of the mans' right arm, his grip making only contact with the force-field which was vibrating wildly under his grip. With a slight pivot and step, he bodily picked up the man and tossed him to the northwest. "Be gone." He stated flatly as he released his vise-like grip. It would not likely be a pretty landing with the masses of festival lights draped across his flight path like glowing spiderwebs, not to mention the the overburdened and sparking transformer that marked Johns intended goalpost.
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Okay, John charging rushes the sorcerer, intending to introduce him to the laws of gravity by flinging him off the building. He can move up to double his move, so he can potentially throw the sorcerer up to 200 ft. Johns defense is at -2 due to the charge maneuver (+8 this round). Bonuses: +14 total +8 base from STR +2 from the charge maneuver, +3 from 3 ranks of Super-Stength +1 from Speed 1 Opposed roll: 1d20+14=19. Why have you forsaken me, IC!?! HP to re-roll. HP Re-roll: 1d20+14=31.
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Allrighty, as discussed: Move action to pick up Giang. Another move action to leap up onto the roof of a nearby building. Let Giang free as a free action.
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The problem with springing traps is that there was good odds that you could wind up in the killbox, which is where John and Giang currently were. So a change in venue was needed, especially with what appeared to a mage slinging spells at Giang. He surveyed his the terrain, quickly coming to the conclusion that gaining some height would be beneficial in this case. His dabbling in parkour and free-running came in handy, identifying the quickest and most efficient ways of scaling the nearby structures while having both of his hands encumbered. "Hold on." He intoned, seconds before scooping up Giang and using convenient handrails, window sills, and an air conditioning unit as launching points as the pair left the street-fighting in exchange for roof hopping. Once securely up top, he released his hold on the young woman. Quickly gaining his bearings, he pointed off in the direction of his motorcycle. "That way. If that does not work I could use my armors flight capabilities, but I would question your safety using that method of transportation."
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John gave a look of exasperation when Giang managed to retreat into the enemy ranks. Still he could not leave the other Claremonter to be surrounded he quickly judged the distance and vaulted over the heads of the men that were meant to screen him from aiding. Taking advantage of his inertia while airborne, the clone aimed his body and delivered a knee strike to the ornately armored mans' face. Ordinarily, attacks from above usually caught opponents off-guard, but the man had braced for the impact. The armor, gaudy as it was, probably also blunted the damage as well. Still he had achieved his objective, and was now back-to-back with Giang. "Explanations later," John said. "Survival now." Which was going to be a bit harder than normal, as he had no time in which to armor up.
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Ack. Sorry. Rogue winter storm managed to knock my power out. I thought from your description they were doing the whole 'ring of mooks' thing and they'd be within that distance, so my mistake there. Okay, then Myr will go after big fancy armor. He'll leap over the mooks to engage him, which will also put him close by to Giang. So, He will extra effort to gain an additional move action. And use a HP to eliminate the onset of fatigue from surging. Move Action (Surge): Move to melee distance of the armored leader. Move Action (Tactical Feint): Myr will use skill mastery on his Know (tactics) to feint the leader, which gives a 31 to beat. Which hopefully sets him up for... Standard Action (Unarmed Attack): All-out Power Attack. +5 to DC, -5 Def (His total def for this round is a +5 now.) Attack Roll - 1d20+10=13. Bleh. HP to re-roll that. HP Re-Roll - 1d20+10=17, which changes to 27. Edit note (forgot to add this): If that hits, total DC 28 TOU save.
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Myrmidon is actually immune to fear effects as well. Might of missed it in his build, but it's in his super-soldier container under the immunities listing. Anyways, HP to gain Take-down Attack again, giving him 2 ranks total. He moves over to the group of mooks and starts getting his hands dirty. He all-out power attacks the them using his unarmed damage, +5 to DC, -5 Def (His total def for this round is a +5 now.) Taking 10 on them due to their mook nature, that's +20 attack to hit them and a DC 28 Tough save they need to make if it does hit. With Take-down attack 2, and his enhanced foot speed, he should be able to do a fair impression of a human threshing machine. (Mook chivalry! Thanks for standing close together!) I'll put up an IC post once you tell me the results of his attack.
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John was idly keeping pace with Giang when his internal threat warning radar went off, causing teen to scan his surroundings. He saw the fear response the man caused his companion as she went on the defensive almost immediately. The clone also noted multiple incoming hostiles judging from the movement of the crowd. They were ignoring him, so it appeared that their target was Miss Giang. Unacceptable. Unable to armor up with this many witnesses, he surveyed his options and came the conclusion that they needed a distraction... He could do that. "MEIN GOTT! THOSE MEN HAVE GUNS!" He bellowed, playing the part of a hapless tourist and gesticulating wildly in the direction of the men pushing through the crowd towards them. Turning his attention back to Giang, he mouthed 'run' and prepared to use the onset of chaos to thin out their attackers.
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For when needed: 1d20+21=37 Myrs' init.
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Politicians. The clone hero mentally scoffed, the word positively dripping with scorn. Myrmidon steeped forward and addressed the senate, not caring for pleasantries or addresses. << What benefit would this being a fabrication bring to us? As impartial outsiders we merely wish to prevent casualties, but it is not our decision to make. Act on the information, which was freely given, or do nothing. Realize that if your hubris clouds your judgement and you choose the path of inaction, the burden of what is to come will rest squarely on your shoulders for not taking even minor precautions. >> He turned his helmet to face the Princeps Septissmerus. << I am certain that your Frumentarii would at least have some evidence corroborating this, but it is apparent you will not trust to word of any outsider. >> He gestured to the others and Kazra as he made his wait to the sentate exit. << We do not need an escort. We will see ourselves out. >> He intoned, as he brushed past the praetorian guards in the entrance with causal disdain.
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Myrmidon looked on dispassionately as the former human turned against his captors. As far as he was concerned, this provided an ample distraction for the pair to go about sabotaging the base. Inclining his head back towards Blodeuwedd, << We need to act now, if we want to make use of his distraction and escort these people to safety. >> Turning his attention back to the detainees, he asked them << How many of you are in there? Do you have any injured or other casualties that we should be aware of? >> With any luck, they could covertly get these people to safety before the SHADOW troops dealt with the rampant cyborg.
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Skill Mastery on his Notice yields a total of a 22 for Myrmidon.
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Thankfully, John was able to stop himself from scoffing audibly at the frankly inane idea of hunting and gathering as he silently waived off the offer of a MRE. He was not hungry yet and he would prefer to get his food himself as he knew that inspecting food for alteration or tampering in a first greeting situation like this would not be ideal. In any case he needed far less food than most people, and would eat later after getting the lay of the land and finishing the tasks requested of him. The teen was content to quietly observe sitting on the outskirts of the group, his alertness ratcheting up a notch at the mention of superhuman mercenaries. John scanned the camp, an awkward pause after Giangs' response before he realized that there had been a question directed at him. "I did not volunteer. My presence here is more the results of a suggestion as to what to do after I graduate with my limited skill set. As for the international work, I am no stranger to it, but not in a humanitarian aid fashion." He stated truthfully, as circumventing SHADOW was more important to him than international politics and its associated ilk.
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John had helped the remaining members of DI off the helo before turning his attention back to the welcoming committee. Ah. I see. The clone hero thought as they were greeted by Mark Lucas who John knew to be a former Claremonter. More relevant to the situation at hand was his status as a UNISON agent, which meant that this trip was probably the Headmasters way of pointing out some applicable career choices after he graduated this May. He knew Giang personally, but the others were pretty much unknown quantities outside of reputation or what he could ascertain during the trip. When the Blue Jay had practically vaulted out of the helicopter, it was not much of a surprise to John as she had greatly reminded him of a caged animal during their long flight. The humanoid cheetah being twitchy was a given as well, but he did not expect the odd visceral reaction to Edge or the biting response to Blue Jay. Ignoring that, he shook Marks' hand firmly and repeated to motion with the lieutenant. "Sirs." He said simply and moved off to the side, his attire and bearing making him look more like a hired mercenary than a student.
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Cube, Myrmidon is a publicly known hero but avoids the press like the plague. What information there is on him typically is major things like the Day of Wrath where he worked with the Freedom League Auxillary, or the Archville incident where he rallied together a makeshift milita to drive the Deep Ones back into the ocean. Everything else is mainly rumor-mongering (except that he DOES tend to be around or know about things when SHADOW is involved). As for his fellow Claremonters, John is the weird senior exchange student from Germany who doesn't seem to have any family or they never show up. They might know a little about his abilities if he has trained or fought with them, but for the most part he keeps to himself.
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John looked to be watching the countryside pass by from his his position with his legs hanging out of the door of the helicopter where normally the door gunner would sit. The senior Claremonters' thoughts were elsewhere, namely wondering why exactly he was in Africa of all places on a mission humanitarian aid of all things. Still, Headmaster Summers had seemed adamant that John go, even pointing out that he did not want to have to order John into taking the mission. John had grudgingly accepted, lamenting the fact that he could not just take the direct route and fly there himself. His repeated attempts to arrive on location faster during the journey were either waived off or not taken seriously. So here he was, in Africa of all places, on a mission of mercy. The clone nearly scoffed out loud at the inanity of those words, not that they would be noticed over the twin turbines of the helicopter drowning out most of the other noises. He was not in his armor, seeing as this was not a combat mission but was wearing his ubiquitous sunglasses, and his day to day wear of militaristic styled clothing. Plus trying to sleep wearing a helmet always gave him neck cramps.
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Her companion waved off her apology. "You will find in time that with our other jobs provide ample opportunities to go very many unusual and esoteric places. To be perfectly honest, I tend to remember people over places." John glanced around as they walked, taking in his increasingly colorful and loud current surroundings as they got to outskirts of the celebration. The clone looked a bit wary and confused, which was likely due to the amount of people and the unfamiliar area. "So...what does one exactly do at this type of New Years' Festival? Is it like the western celebration where it seems to devolve into drunken revelry on purpose or is it a proper holiday like Oktoberfest?"
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John analyzed the evidence at hand, mentally collating and sorting it to form an effective battle plan. "The large sauropod with the glowing eyes is likely their 'jade snake'. The temple of Saturn likely is just that, a roman temple dedicated to the titan in question which as Princess Kazra has pointed out is directly in their path. If we halt that, we throw a spanner into the works of their plan." The clone hero was sorely wishing for a map or satellite coverage of some sort at the moment. Realizing that he had the local equivalent, he turned to Kazra. "Is there any large bodies of water or rivers between the herd and the city? Or any other terrain features that could corral or be used as a barrier of sorts?"
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John was not expecting her to stop, so he turned to face Giang after she had fallen behind. "Yes. I was invited to participate in a tournament they were hosting, along with Morgan, Vicki and other selected heroes that met their criteria. In my case that was surviving an impromptu fight with one of the celestial handmaidens. However, the tournament was disrupted when multiple yao guai attempted a coup by gorging themselves from the pure chi that flowed from the Seat of the Pellicuid. I fought alongside Sun Wukong and Guan Yu, in a hastily thrown together taskforce to repel the invaders. Ultimately, we succeeded." he had looked around before telling Giang this, as discretion was needed. "If you would like I could make some queries about traveling to Tian, as I would like to visit acquaintances I met there the first time." He nodded, and gave her a smile. "If I had to be honest, you do remind me of the handmaidens of Tian. Silk hiding steel."
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"Indeed." He stated as his companion explained the history of the event, as the pair crossed a back street. John started to hear the rapidly closing sounds of people in celebration, his augmented senses making sure they were heading toward their destination. "Well, in my experience half of that legend is true." The clone shot Giang a quick glance as they rounded a corner to the next block "Explosives tend to disagree with most living things, mythological status irregardless. My experience with your culture before today is from required reading from texts such as I Ching or the Thirty-Six Stratagems, and a trip to Tian. Which is more an amalgamation than cultural specific." "Due to my unfamiliarity, please do not hesitate to provide translation or explanation when you think necessary. I am unfortunately not a polyglot." He could probably find some linguistic software in his combat armor, but he was attending this function as his civilian ID.
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John tried to make their ride interesting by generally taking the scenic route, including taking the Centery Bridge across the bay. The ride did give hime time to think, especially as to why he had accepted Giangs' invitation. At first he had thought it was yet another case of one sided attraction, but she had displayed none of the warning signs that he had mentally cataloged from those previous experiences. So he had accepted her invitation, and was looking forward to the experience. He had researched the celebration a little, mainly as a precautionary measure. He pulled off his helmet, his hair looking none the worse for wear. "I found that I personally prefer the freedom of a motorcycle over an automobile. But they both have their advantages." John said candidly, storing both the helmets in the motorcycles saddlebags. He followed alongside of Giang easily as she explained the nuances of her cultures way demarcating the passage of time. "Fascinating." he chimed in. "It is very unlike the Western Zodiac which is rather disassociated with the Julian calender. But it is intriguing that there are both twelve signs and twelve animals, which probably is not a mere coincidence."
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"I could teach you how to drive one later, if you would be interested" He said as they walked over to his bike. "I have to give you some instruction regardless, for both our sakes." He spent the next five or so minutes show her where to put her feet and hands, how to handle corners, where to avoid touching the motorcycle, and ways to indicate if she needed to get his attention while at speed. He strapped his helmet on and slung a leg over the motorcycle, supporting the weight of the machine easily. Moments later the engine roared to life along with John shooting her an amused look from behind his sunglasses. "Saddle up, I believe is the correct terminology in this case." John waited for her to get on and get properly situated before gunning the engine and taking off to to their location.
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A few minutes later John walked out of his dorm, wearing a bomber jacket unzipped over his t-shirt and jeans. In his hands he was carrying two motorcycle helmets, one akin to a world war two era German stahlhelm with the other a more modern version. He spotted Giang and made his way over to where she was waiting, his pace as exact as an metronome. "Good evening, Miss Giang. I would like to thank you again for inviting me to see an aspect of your cultural heritage, I hope for today to be rewarding for for both of us." He held out the modern helmet to her. "We can take my motorcycle, but I must insist on you wearing proper protection." He gave a nod over in the direction of the student section of the parking lot. "Shall we go?" John had already memorized the route and was pleasantly surprised to find it was not too far from where he was talking sword lessons. He was sure that Mister Espadas would not mind his leaving his bike in the dojos' parking area for a few hours.
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John did not like engaging in pointless battles, but he realized that the doctrine of 'acceptable losses' was and never would be taught at Claremont. << Very Well. Miss Cerys, you and I will focus on the sorcerer. Theoretically when he is taken out the binding magic should go too. Mister Subito, you and Princess Kazra are to engage the other serpent people. Miss Giang, I would like you to make sure that none of our opponents escape. If they try to run, subdue them or corral then back towards Mister Subito. >> Within moments his compound bow was in hand complete with an arrow nocked and ready to go. << Time your attacks after Cerys and I have ambushed the sorcerer, the confusion that it creates should help in your favor. >>
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"Depends on what type of self destruct. Could be as simple as a fuel air explosive, or it might be something more esoteric like a necrotic pulse or the like. If either of us can disable the other commander, there should be no one with high enough clearance to activate it." He opted to pick up the staff and toss it to Blod. She was more of an expert in these things after all. Myrmidon then gave her a look that could only be described as quizzical confusion at the statement. "The enemy of my enemy is my enemy's enemy. No more. No less." he stated akin to a mantra. "Regardless, we need to make haste."
