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Alexis Maaka     KOWLOON, APRIL 30, 2098

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    There's a good reason why this part of Hong Kong's been walled off, with armed guards 24/7 on rotating shifts.

    The way through officially is through the gate, with armed security officers in tactical gear. If you mention being with the Concord, flash ID or whatever, you'll go through without complaint. Hard to really say no to the boss lady's new allies after all.

    Of course, there's a stealthier set of ways consisting of underground tunnel systems. Sewers, really, good old smuggler's routs from before the 108's takeover of the city-state.

    "If you're going in, come armed. You guys may have gotten that covered as it is." The guy in charge of gate security says, before ordering for it to be opened up. It's like a whole section of the city's been cut off by a big honking wall, and on the other end of it, you see Hong Kong's ugly side.

    Going in, the streets begin to turn more winding and narrow, with vandalized signs and old run down stores as far as the eye can see.

    Already there, with a cigar in her mouth, is Maaka, waiting for everyone as she hangs near an alleyway.
The Kid     The act of strolling up to a gate and flashing some form of identification to be let in was always a minor dream of his. He had intended to join the Marshals, lawbringers of Caelondia, once his second term on the Rippling Walls was done. Things like this would be part and parcel of his daily duties.

    But instead of being waved into some crime scene or restricted area, he's being let in to a vast city with walls that rival Caelondia's own. Taking a bottle from his belt, he drains the remaining liquid from it. Right off the bat, he can feel the sleaze in this city on his very skin, and he's not quite drunk enough yet to deal with it.

    They find Maaka soon enough, consuming her own vice. Kid raises a hand in greeting but says silent. Compared to the others here, the large hammer, shortbow, and shield of wood, leather, and brass hanging from his form seem downright primitive.
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo's first little mission with her Master's allies and her Master isn't even with her. She's still in her own mystic robes, strutting behind a few people as she wanders through the gate, mentioning her own affiliation with the Concord, though with a bit of magic, her own fox like features are being obscured to the common masses around. "Thank you, thank you~ Tamamo appreciates your concern for little me." a little wink to the guy at the gate, heading towards the location requested by the other runner.

    Tamamo stretches out, letting the magic go and giving a light wave to Maaka as she meets up with her. "Hi hi~ Tamamo is here." she cheerfully states, that pink hair and blue outfit an obvious contrast with the world around her. "It's so unhealthily drab out here! Where's the sake, and the sakura blossoms?" she questions, looking around at the buildings and neon around. Her mirror is held upon the sleeve of her outfit, folded up in a rest mode.

    As others fold in, or already there, she gives an idle wave and a smile, the fox seemingly ready for anything. "Tamamo's armor is like paper, so please keep me protected!"
Tesla Armadia Already having armed covered is an understatement. Even when it's not the biggest things with guns that Tesla could of provided. But Shardcore would of been too big and ponderous for those narrow winding street.

But instead the technopath has provided plenty of assistance as a mastermind should. Lunessa the armored wolf commando isn't an unusual sight. But with her is a white furred, rosetta patterned feline with several frosty colored tubes adorning her armor.        Though as they pass through the gate Lunessa just grins a mouth full of toothy metal fangs as she holds up her variable rifle. "Don't worry. We've got it covered~. Let's go, Snowchaser."

"Is it just me," murmurs the snow leopard as she follows, "Or is us hunting cyborg hijackers kinda hypocritcial?"

"Nonsense," Lunessa snaps back. "Master Tesla only acts against high priority military or sociopolitical targets. Not weak and hapless civilians that can't even defend themselves. We may be of questionable morality but we still have -some- standards."
Kushiko Sure, it might be technically /easier/ just to flash some information or the like there, but Kushiko never ever really favored that except where it was no purpose to the stealthy route itself. Sewers or some other strange means of it, the world will never know.

All it will know is the drop in of a Warframe; this one a little less 'exotic' relative to some her more commonly used frames, the tabi-styled feet and elegant flowing lines down the sides and her arms bearing hallmarks of more than Tenno crafting. What she heard about the place and what was going on was one thing, and funneled intelligence from the Lotus made it clear this was the lesser of two evils.

The thought of systematically slicing her way through every single individual here responsible for this state of affairs had been voiced privately, something Ordis gleefully supported.

But that was neither here nor there. The Warframe's arrival was close to silent as could be; from a rooftop she had descended, crouching down as she landed before standing upright once more and settling her hands on the sheathe and handle of a slightly curved longblade--at least from the looks of it. Nikanas were pretty close to the notion of katanas, but this one was slightly longer, and a lightly flaming chain was attached to the pommel of the blade.

<"Mn. You won't find much of any kind of luxury here."> the voice without presence murmurs.
Priscilla     Going wherever she likes by strolling up to the front door is something Priscilla had been made to get used to before the Concord was even a concept, though still not long ago considering how long she'd been used to trying to slip by unnoticed. All considered, she's picked it up remarkably quickly. There is the distinct possibility she enjoys it.

    "I am quite certain we possesseth armament enough between us." Priscilla remarks with dry amusement, rather than focusing on the cramped, dirty, and dreary streets. "Worry not, and seeketh not to mistakenly enter behind us. Thou hast mine assurance the task shalt be completed swiftly." Priscilla speaks like she's talking about knocking down an old tree or taking a car apart, not battling a street gang, though unmistakably for dispassionate distance rather than smug confidence.

    Shortly after: "Well met, Lady Maaka. We shalt rely upon thee to provide direction, in terms of what markings or sights wouldst betrayeth our target's presence, and how precisely to identify them against what other dregs most certainly occupy this place." She only has to take a brief, appraising look at Tamamo to get her point. "Well understood. Sir Kid, pray, stand well advance of Lady Tamamo. I believeth thou art chief amongst our vanguard. Lady Tesla's associates wouldst best be suited to the flanks, with their greater ability to move swiftly through this labyrinth. I shalt expecteth Lady Kushiko to be more than capable of dealing with unexpected threats."
Alexis Maaka     Once the Concord members are out of earshot, the guards nonchalantly go back to duty as the door closes behind them. One of the guards thinks it, but she's nowhere near suicidal enough to say it out loud: 'What a bunch of weirdos.'

    Maaka takes one last puff on the half-finished cigar before she stubs it out, and tosses it aside, clutching a pump-action shotgun in her hand. "Just in time. Our target's down the alleyway, I know a couple shortcuts to the industrial district." She says, nodding to the assembled group. A space ninja, a giant-dragon crossbreed, two cybernetic anthros, a kitsune Servant, and whatever Kid is, definitely a weird group.

    But a team this diverse is welcome for the mission at hand. Maaka begins to head down the alley, shotgun in hand while she motions for others to follow. "Lunssa, you and Snowchaser break off down the way a bit. Keep to the flanks. Kushiko, Pris I want you two up high on rooftops. Call targets as you see 'em. Kid, Tamamo, on me." She says with a professional's demeanor, trying to play to everyone's strengths.

    For Priscilla and Kushiko, they won't have a problem going up high, with a number of fire escapes and handholds to the upper levels, and every rooftop and building balcony will be within leaping reach.

    Meanwhile, the pathway forward is winding and treacherous, dark and full of neon signage and graffiti. "Remember, this is their territory and they know it well. Check your corners." Sure enough, Maaka takes her own advice, swiftly training her shotgun down an alleyway as they make their way to another street before she moves behind cover.

    She hears voices, multiple contacts.
Kushiko Fire escapes. Balconies. How quaint. They do provide for nice grips, as Kushiko gives a slight nod through her Mag Prime Warframe, and the Lotus confirms it; she would be providing additional targeting information and locational data for those with the tech for it like Maaka and Tesla as best as she is able.

She may not 'know' the territory as those natively here do, but she is rapidly approaching that knowledge, the Warframe's sensors feeding her everything about the local terrain going outwards. Solutions for rapid ascent, corners, hideaways. Chokepoints and more. In either event, she crouches slightly, before hurtling upward in a multistory jump, clinging to one wall before using the surface to propel herself rapidly further.

All without making much of a sound, if anything. The air might distort slightly with the energy channeling of a bullet jump of hers, but she's on the roof in seconds and checking the area ahead. She's going to pick a shot when she can, but not with a gun, oh no.

No, that would be getting ahead of herself. First to see who may be a bit on the relatively clumped side of things.
Alexis Maaka     The gang members are more less shabbily dressed, with muscle shirts, BDUs, and combat boots. These are the Murder of Crows, as Maaka mentioned before, with their telltale tattoos on full display on a number of shirt-challenged folks. Seems muscle-augs are common, 'cause these guys look way too well built for being on a ramen/beer diet.

    With shotguns, submachine guns, pistols, and assault rifles, they're well-armed, and alert too. "What was that?" "Heard someone creeping behind that dumpster." "HEY, show yourself!" They're chattery, but definitely coordinates for gutter trash.

    Maaka still waits behind cover, motioning for Tamamo and Kid to do the same before the firing begins.

    The Crows number at around seven so far, and none of them have decided to turn tail. Superstitious and cowardly these men are not.
Tamamo no Mae     Talk about a diverse crew. "Tamamo is impressed on the multitude of people here, it warms my heart to see the camradarie. Especially if we're taking out people worse than myself~!" she laughs a tiny bit before listening to the mission statement. "Ah, so are we taking over the territory for our use?" she questions a bit before wandering off with Makka, her mirror finally making it's own appearance as it floats in between Tamamo's hands.

    I don't mind getting up front, but I don't take hits well. Are there any Berserkers here? Tamamo would love to avoid those! They'd make me into Tamamo Soup if they hit me!" though, she blinks slightly, hiding behind some cover, her ears perking up over it. "Tamamo's curious... I wonder."

    Her Master isn't here so no defensive Code Casts upon her... nor the comforting presence of her love, but she'll just have to perservere. "Maaka, I'll send a lightning shock into them if that helps!"
Tesla Armadia "You got it." Lunessa replies, then flips her combat visor down over her head. There's an audible *ch-chnk* as her rifle unlocks from safe travel mode, the barrel sliding out to lock into place. "Let's go, Snow. Be ready to ice some punks, literally."

"It's no fun if -you- make the puns firrst," Snowchaser mock pouts, even as her own systems power up. The frosty glow in the tubes gets a bit brighter as what appear vented turbines of some sort rev up in the mechanics of her forearms.

<Remember, this is Snowchaser's first full field operation,> Tesla reminds both of her creations via long-distance communication. <Keep an eye on her, even if she can handle herself well enough.>

"Yeah yeah, part time babysitter." Lunessa mutters as she pauses to check around a corner. "As long as she can keep up."

<And be sure to send me all the relative combat analysis data afterwards so we can fine tune as needed.>

"Yeesh, you nag almost more than having an actual mothe--"

Snowchaser gets muffled as Lunessa reachs back to slap her free hand over the feline's mouth. Keep it down, can. The wolf's visor flickers faintly as it scans ahead of them, picking up on the intended targets and mass calculating firing solutions. In position and just waiting the word to start shooting....
Priscilla     Priscilla gives Maaka a curious look, in the sense of 'strange', more than 'inquisitive', but something like that had been her plan already, and it speaks to Maaka's past experiences that she's slipped into this persona so easily.

    Without further ado, the crossbreed disappears in a flutter of chill wind, only betraying her presence by the subtle ping, creak, and sway of flimsy fire stairs and pipes being used as brief stepping stools on her way up. Rather than relying on scanners, Priscilla takes a different approach on the rooftops. Born as a creature of Lordran, she has a finely tuned 'nose' for the souls of living creatures, and so it's the cold warmth of a spiritual presence she seeks; less informative than special cameras, but easily passing through walls. She's looking for an exact number, and any that are out of the group's line of sight.
The Kid     Though this city is terrible, based on the radio chatter and... well, just looking at it, Kid is immediately feeling better about this whole mission. They're dealing with gangs, criminals, people he doesn't mind hurting. The one in charge seems capable, good at giving smart orders. Though he's less certain of his other allies. The Caster and the animal cyborgs get a side look from him, but no comments. As Maaka orders him to stick with her, he nods and takes that bow in hand, nocking an arrow.

    Truth be told, he's better at operating in the bush than an urban landscape, but he holds his own. Checking corners, keeping the nocked arrow pointed down so as to not engender risk of friendly fire. When he takes cover, he takes is hard though, all but laying on his side. That shock of white hair stands out like a sore thumb, and he would hate to spoil the operation with it.

    Finally, targets come into view. Kid doesn't even need to be asked, he's already hiding himself and holding his breath. Making as little noise as possible in hopes that they dismiss it as some alley cat or something.
Alexis Maaka     Maaka takes a breath before she reaches in her coat, producing a grenade she primes. Nodding to Tamamo, she then makes a motion and whispers "Do it." before she tosses the frag downrange. It lands at the feet of the nearest gangster, before going off. He doesn't make it, not in the slightest, and his friends take the hint and open fire.

    They have no idea about who they're messing with, as they focus on just Maaka, Kid, and Tamamo's hiding spot. Maaka pokes out, shotgun raised, and fires a few slugs. "OPEN FIRE!" She barks over radio, waiting for Tamamo to fire her lightning before she rushes them.
Kushiko From place to place, she puts eyes on the gangmembers; well 'eyes' is not really actual. Warframes have none after all, but between she and Priscilla, it shouldn't be too hard to uncover those who are standing out plainly, and those who are nearby but not necessarily in full guarding position.

Noiselessly does she cross rooftops, gliding from long jumps to further rooftops until she's marked those in the open--and any more that may be otherwise unseen by the ground group. Her plan is simple once she's collected enough information, which she enacts as her 'signal': gesturing downwards, an odd pulsation noise coming from her as she generates magnetic energy around the most closely grouped gang members--she might catch a few more.

The 'signal' is obvious: when she focuses the energy onto the Crows, a bubble of semi-tranluscent, swirling light and energy has been made manifest, drawing in anyone who isn't on the team here towards the central point, the magnetic field reacting to shards and bullets from any and all sources--oh they can shoot their guns still alright.

Might not go past the magnetic field however.
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo grins a bit, an idea sparking in her head. If she could enchant her mirror, why not this trash holder thing on wheels. She couldn't push it herself, but... "Kid~ Tamamo's going to need you to push this trash holder thing." she mutters on the radio and right near. "Try not to get hurt." she smiles a bit and moves to press a palm against the trash dumpster. A quick bit of chanting with her magecraft and the dumpster is charged up, but the magic seems very volatile right now.

    "Hurry, Kid, Tamamo's not used to enhancing objects other than my mirror! It may explode." she hopes it does explode actually, after all, that should give Makka and everyone the good opening they need!
Tesla Armadia < Snowchaser, reduce the chances of evasive manuevers on their part, > Tesla suggests over their private comm-net with her creations.

Snowchaser steps up next to Lunessa at the corner, and points both her arms down at the ground in front of them. Flash freezing moisture plumes out of the projectors, sending a mist of frost crawling along low, that solidifyes into little clusters of icy spikes. That's going to be nasty for anyone to step on when they start reacting to getting attacked.

"Heh. Nice." Lunessa raises her rifle and fires. The crackle of the discarge can be felt faintly as the focused beam of energy hurtles for one of the gangbanger's temple. It's like sniping with a minaturized particle accelerator.
The Kid     The battle is joined.

    Kid starts to draw his bow pre-emptively, listening for the source of the return fire after Maaka's grenade. Once he has a general location of a target pinned down, he pops out, long enough to loose that arrow. It says a lot for Caelondia's Breakers, in that a shortbow like Kid's can have the power that it does, enough to at least partially penetrate even modern armor.

    He's hunkering down again, but now the fox woman needs him to... push the dumpster. Oh, to run them over or something? He nods, and after the Caster has touched it, he pulls it from the wall and gets his shoulder against it to start pushing. Those years on the Walls have his muscles well honed, so it starts to pick up a bit of speed before he gives it one final kick!

    And then he immediately rolls back and brings up that shield. Because, well... that was their cover rolling along the alley, primed to explode.
Priscilla     Just those on the street, for now. Their actual shop must be further along, so Priscilla believes. There's no particular reason to delay then. Though she has no guns or bows to take advantage of Kushiko's Warframe's magnetization ability, she is in a prime position to drop off the roof and land a hairsbreadth behind the rearmost gangster, taking the most obstructed target of the bunch and cutting off the escape route at the same time.

    An invisible blade splits through flesh, and crashes into the metal and ceramic underneath, cleaving deep into the reinforced cybernetics and mixing hot sparks with blood. Priscilla would probably have a top and bottom half of a person under normal circumstances, but with the heavy augmentation, she uses her weight to continue the strike and push the man down instead, keeping her blade buried in the wound, until the malignant force passed through the act of violence does all the work for her, by supernaturally shredding the victim's insides, up to and including his soul.
Alexis Maaka     "Is that an arrow?" passes through the mind of one of the gangsters just before he gets it right in the head, falling over just as he catches a shotgun blast, then another, to the chest. Sparks and blood and mecha fluid fill the ground as the man dies, and his allies are panicking now.

    Not looking where they step, two more notice too late their feet are frozen to the ground, and quickly break off like frozen bits of ice. Except the blood still flows, as they stumble and trip over before one of them is decapitated by a messy headshot from Lunessa's rifle.

    The other screams before fumbling for his sidearm, but drops the revolver as Maaka drops him with a shotgun shell. She's already running, diving behind a disused sedan to reload.

    Kushiko's magnetic field fells the remaining gang bangers' fire, and they begin to back off. Magnets, how do they even work?

    of course, the guy last in line is split in half in a terrifying show of force by Priscilla, the Crossbreed coming out of nowhere with her scythe, and his soul is torn in pieces just as easily. The display is enough to terrify the survivors, and they don't see the dumpster coming as Tamamo infuses it wit her magic...and the shrapnel from the explosion cuts them down.
Tesla Armadia Ionized vapors whaif briefly from the muzzle before the barrel contracts back down to normal length once Lunessa disengages the sniper rifle mode. Followed by a deep, very predatory rumble from the depths of the cyborg she-wolf's throat. "Yessss, a world that isn't afraid to show some guts. Literally." Not much time to revel in their handiwork though, got to keep this mission moving.

"I think it's just as much oil and cirrcuits as it is guts." Snowchaser retorts.

"... Oh just get moving." Lunessa yoinks the other anthro to follow her. "And don't slip in the viscera."
Priscilla     It's an odd thing, to see blood slowly dripping off of thin air, and pieces of synthetic shrapnel, glued on by liquefied viscera, cast off like so many tinkling glass shards into the corners of the alley by seemingly nothing. It's also probably a little odd to see something like a white mist or flame streaming from the corpses of the recently deceased, and swirling together in a tiny, sighing vortex, before disappearing from sight. That is, if you haven't been to Lordran.

    "I expecteth this less than so much as an advance guard. I anticipate not, alarm reaching their superiors, failing a manner of dead man's switch. This is hunter's work." says nobody at all. "One can only hope the rest shalt be so ill-prepared, but soon we shalt be upon a field of their choosing."
The Kid     Kid was not expecting the dumpster to explode. The stench of cooked garbage hits his nostrils with more force than the shrapnel bouncing off his shield. "Ugh..." he groans as he starts prying the jagged metal out from where it's embedded itself. He gives Tamamo a long look, before a single nod. He can't deny that it was effective.

    He walks up, stepping carefully over the bodies and the puddles of slick lood and oil. With a grunt and a foot on the body, he pries his arrow free and checks its integrity before discarding it. No good for another shot.

    "Right, lead the way miss," he says to Maaka. This time, he keeps his shield out. The other Concord members might be strange, but they've proven themselves. In this case, he might serve better as mobile cover with that greatshield.
Kushiko Hey, magnets work for all. Especially when they do crazy things with varying kinds of energy. She'll play merry with that pretty soon herself, a Corpus hand cannon being drawn from her hip in the meantime.

The gore doesn't bother her. Really, it's a pretty tame example all told, given what she usually does to her opponents.

<"Of that, we have no doubt. Of that, it shall do them no good."> Kushiko solemnly notes. After all, getting into foreign territory and slaughtering all without a trace behind save mangled bodies was something she was good at. Nonetheless, she favors Tamamo and the others here with an appreciateive little nod, given what her magnetic field was able to do with some of the shrapnel.

Onward it is then. Given the cybernetics and kinetic firepower that was going to be involved, she was prepared for some creative power application.
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo receives that look from the Kid and all she does is /smile/. "Effective, yes?" the nod makes the fox grin wider as she looks at the now deceased bodies from everyone's efforts. "Well, time to move forward, I'm sure the enemy Servants are quite waiting for us to bust in and say Hello. No sake for them though, just pain." she wanders behind Kid, using him as cover because of that shield.

    "That felt a bit too easy, but with multiple strong people on our side, it was only inevitable." she pauses in speaking, just keeping her walking behind the shieldperson. "THough, I think they will have their Boss Servant soon, I hope they go down quite easily..." and there's a whisper... "And I hope it's not a Saber..." she mutters, "Well, Tamamo's enough talking, let's go."
Alexis Maaka     Maaka nods. "Move up. Block from here's our target building." She orders, taking off in a jog. Their target's a little auto-repair shop converted to a different sort of garage, by the looks of it. It's small, too small for an operation like this, but that's what they want you to think.

    Maaka begins to draw out a battle plan over comms. "Kushiko, enter from the top. There's a rooftop door you can use to slip in. Draw them out however you can. Pris, wait out here, begin interference. Tamamo, Kid, stick with me. Snow and LUna are on ranged support. Call targets, fire where you see them."

    Of course, stealth doesn't last long, as the second floor window opens up to reveal a guy with a mini gun. "CAME TO THE WRONG FUCKIN' NEIGHBORHOOD, FREAKS!" The gunner roars, before he lets loose with 7.62mm fire. It sounds more like a VRRRRRRRRR than DAKKADAKKADAKKA, given the mechanism.

    Maaka dives behind cover again, grunting in anger. "Shit, here they come!" Pris was right, these guys already knew.

    They come out in force, weapons ready and charging. Men with automatic rifles and shotguns cover their closer-ranged counterparts, who run out with hi-tech looking machetes and hatchets. Maaka engages those, firing her shotgun into the throng.
The Kid     The Bullhead Shield the Kid carries is made for men bigger than he. That's the downside of salvaged equipment. The upside is that the thing has been worked on by the previous owner to the point that it' virtually indestructible. As such, as that minigun fire rings out, it takes the hose of bullets like a champ.

    The same cannot be said for Kid's arm.

    With a pained grunt, he ducks behind a wall. Already, it's bruising badly. He takes it off and considers his options. A horde is bearing down, and he has... his drinks.

    With his good arm, he pulls them from their belt loops and starts tossing them at the gangster. The impact would probably bother them little, the glass shattering and spraying the contents all over. The potent, flammable contents.

    "Light 'em up," he hisses over the radio.
Kushiko So, a little background for everyone here: gun emplacements are something that Kushiko /realllly/ hates but this one doesn't have the usual shielded aspect that are known versus the Grineer in her case.

So it's barely been the spoolup of fire and Alexis screaming for it to be taken out that she moves.

And her move is two fold--again, with the magnetic field, focusing it around the gunner in question, forcing all of that firepower to arc back around in a storm of shards and bullets.

But that's not enough. Magnetic control allows for some creative uses! Like say--sending a polarizing wave of magnetizing energy out.

Specifically to take that magnetic field of energy she used around the first gunner in order to turn it into a storm of bullets and shards and shrapnel. Kid said to light it up, did he?

Here's the Light then--a storm of magnetically charged bullets. A railgun /storm/.
Priscilla     The good thing about Priscilla's kind of 'stealth' is that people rarely think to shoot at where you are, so long as you avoid the really obvious hiding spots, and that when they do anyways, it's very difficult for them to tell when you've moved. Thus is the noble pursuit of 'ditching everyone and moving somewhere the bullets aren't' born.

    Of course, Priscilla is not actually running away. She's getting a higher vantage again, at an angle to the shop, where she has a sidelong view of the defenders streaming out. The crossbreed stands atop the edge of a set of escape stairs, taking in a deep, chilly breath, and then after a moment's pause, exhaling it as the white dragon's breath weapon: a coruscating beam of fierce, blue-white energy that she rakes across the avenue of exit, carving a disintegrating furrow through the mass, which explode into a field of wicked soul-crystal spears. Aside from anything unfortunate enough to be caught in it, the crystals will last a while after, proving to be a fragile but dangerous barrier, since trying to push through them will curse someone in seconds.
Tesla Armadia Ranged support? Yeah, they can handle that. Why else would they have so many guns or other ranged weaponry.

Snowchaser and Lunessa both skid to a stop as minigun fire starts raining around them. Lunessa extends the ablative shields from her forearms and holds them up as a defense. At least for a few moments, by the number of sparks flying they're going to get chewed up pretty quickly. Despite that Lunessa turns her head a bit to growl to her companion. "Now would be a good time for that icing someone line."

"Not when it's already been spoiled," Snowchaser hisses in return, even as she's stepping back a bit. "Just keep your shields up..." She raises her armos, this time the projectors extending fully over her hands into a pair of very large deep freeze chambers whirring to life. "Let's show this guy how to chill!"

With both projectors together Snowchaser sends a large stream of blistering numbing cold hurtling at the minigunner's position. That should be enough to freeze up him and the mechanics of his little death-spitter.
Tamamo no Mae     Poor Kid, that minigun's fire rattling that shield. She ducks behind a wall with the Shield user and hmms. "Well, shall we have some fun then?" though, hey, that bottle has something in it. and light em up? Tamamo can do that /quite/ well too! As soon as that glass thing is thrown, Tamamo pops out from her hideywall and launches a fireball towards the glass, timing it as soon as it cracks, the fireball will go off and strike the liquid along with everyone elses amazing looking abilities!!

    Exposed and in the open, she'll graze what bullets she can, taking a couple shots here and there as she dashes herself in, waiting just a moment while they're corralled up by Snowchaser, and as soon as she gets the clear, and things distracted from the Caster class, a blur comes from behind the Caster, sending her dashing right into one of the foes available!

    With a whack and a light speed dash to another to whack that, she darts in between a lot of the enemies on the battlefield as a blur of magic, blue and pink as she pulls off her Extella Maneuver. Soon, she reappears and snaps her fingers, a decent explosion coming from under her to knock up anything that survived and help disrupt the enemy more for the rest of the folks!
Alexis Maaka     The gunner almost laughs at the Kid flings glass bottles at him. "Seriously? Gotta light it first, asshole!" He calls out with a smug laugh, before he takes a burst at the space ninja robot thing. If the icing up of the mini gun's mechanics weren't enough, that magnetic field has him holding fire just in time for him to notice he's wet...and the liquid smells like some sort of flammable-

    Oh shit.

    He's lit on fire, his body blazing hot as he screams in agony. It's a horrible, horrible sound that doesn't stop until that blast of magnetized bullets silences him...and takes out that room completely.

    Tamamo vexes the guys on the ground, as they swing their blades and fire their guns at her to no avail. Priscilla cuts through the enemy with her breathe alone. 'Shredded' sounds about right for what happens, and before the smoke even clears, Maaka's already running into the shop.

    She tosses a grenade through the first-floor window, only jumping in when it goes off with a satisfying 'Wilhelmesque' scream.

    There's some rumbling and gunfire, before suddenly Maaka's thrown back out.

    A TITANIC man, around seven feet of solid, augmented muscle, storms out with Maaka's shotgun clutched in his hands. He flips the weapon so he holds it barrel first, and before Maaka can even get up, she's smacked over and over with the butt of her own weapon.

    "Stupid bitch, should've thought twice before sniffing around my nest!" Guess he's the guy in charge. He wastes no time, using the shotgun to open fire upon the crowd. "C'MON, IF THIS IS MY ALAMO, YOU FUCKERS BETTER MAKE THIS GOOD!"
Tesla Armadia Boom! After soaking up as much damage as they already did one big shotgun blast is enough to shatter the ablative shields and send Lunessa sprawling over from the impact. "Dammit!"

Snowchaser hisses, shifting her projectors into a pair of wind funnel turbines as she digs in her feet to brace herself. "You want it good? How 'bout a blowjob!"

No, not like -that-... Like the fact that she sends a massive blast of wind towards the guy, trying to push him back from Maaka before he does worse than beat the snot out of her. Telling her to stay down was probably good advice, she's less likely to get caught up in the wind funnel. "Get herrr out of therre!"

Lunessa mutters from the ground as she pulls off the busted remains of the shields and climbs back onto her feet. "Your puns aren't nearly as bad as Stratos. Despite her being sorta your second mother."
Kushiko Well, so far so good--the combination of varying powers, trickery with bottles and beyond that ensures that the outlying room is handily dealt with and with gusto. Unfortunately, the presence of the 'boss' in a sense of being, plus his equally handy retort to Alexis? ... yeah, not so good.

An ephemeral grunt from Kushiko's Warframe rises in regards to not just what happened but the man's line afterwards. <"Say what you want, you're still going down."> is Kushiko's own response. There's nothing to be made 'good' about it, given what he said and the current predicament Alexis is in.

Energy wreathes itself throughout the surfaces on Mag's body as she sprints forward, quickly swapping to the Dragon Nikana. A combination of powerful shielding and a dizzying motion with the blade and she's frankly cleaving what shotgun rounds come towards her in half, or deflecting with the blade itself.

That Void energy she's channeling makes this possible, but also does another thing. As she sprints, sometimes dashing forward to close the distance with terrifying distance, much of the shards, the shrapnel are simply floating in the air. Well, spasming in the air, lilac-colored sparks of electricty holding them in place.

The big bad may not notice because Kushiko's fully intent on drawing his attention with that shining blade of lavender-hued energy, before sweeping the blade in a diagonal arc, spinning around in order to /sling/ a storm of shrapnel his way. That's only the distraction for her unclipping the modified Detron hand shotgun and spewing white hot radiological pellets his way.
The Kid     There's always just one more thing to do, isn't there?

    Kid peeks out to see Maaka being manhandled something awful by some big brute and frowns. After checking over the radio, she would rather this fella be put down before someone try to help her.

    But in his current state, with one good arm and two good legs, he's not good for much. Although... all he needs is one clean hit. As... what's the word, 'augmented?' as this guy is, he's still human. Just needs to be hit in the right place.

    Looking to the Caster beside him, he says, "Hey, Tamamo. Gonna wind up a single big shot. Give 'im a lightshow so he can't just shoot me on the ground." Once her hears her confirmation, he rolls out of cover and lies fully on the ground, braces the limbs of his bow with his feet. With his one good arm, he nocks an arrow and draws, simultaneously pulling with the arm and pushing with his feet to achieve a long draw.

    Lifting his legs to aim, he points the arrow square at the brute's heart, before letting go.
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo blinks a bit as she watches Alexis get thrown out of the building she entered. "Bouncer didn't like you, apparently." she comments a bit brusquely, shaking her head as she hangs back a moment. She listens to the voice in her ear, the one from the Radios and she gets a grin. She looks at her Regalia, the beautiful ring upon her finger. "Master. My Love. I need to tap into the Moon Cell. I hope your mana lasts~" she whispers to the ring and into the Radio.

    There's one distraction with Kushiko, Snowchaser and Lunessa going in and with this, she kisses her ring. Concentrating all of her magic into this, she flashes a bright white light and a transformation effect encompasses the Caster. ALl in all, through all this, her outfit changes and two large tail like options are put on each side of her with the air getting colder around. "Moon Cell Transformation complete." she smiles, twirling around a slight bit before rushing herself in, the twin tail options getting thrust forward, throwing out ice magic across the room, partially creating pillars to guide the Kid's shot, and to help with isolating the Big Boss from everything else. Small fire explosions break the pillars and she spins around to smack anything that gets in her way with those ice-infused tails.
Alexis Maaka     Blowjob? The thug actually cracks a smile at that one. "You can't be serious. BRING IT O-OH GOD!" He's sent flying into the wall, smashing with a crater's impact. Catching an arrow in the chest doesn't help either, as he looks befuddled and angry that someone still thinks ARROWS are still viable. "YOU LITTLE BITCH, GONNA RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND SPIKE IT LIKE A SOCCER BALL!" He roars as he fires on The Kid, blissfully unaware of Kushiko as she cuts through any shots sent towards her. The shotgun runs empty, and before he can get reloads, he drops the weapon in favor of a machine pistol, in each hand, firing them in rapid fire bursts before he catches a shard of shrapnel in the face, and several blasts from the Detron blow open his torso.

    He's STILL fucking going too, as he forces himself to get up, his torso's flesh shredded and seared to reveal the shiny endoskeleton and organs underneath. It's pretty nasty, seeing artificial innards functioning like this even with damaged skin, and he begins to open fire upon Tamamo, when he's isolated from everyone else. "You think ice is gonna save you?!" He demands, his voice box reduced to sounding like it's coming from an old radio now. "It won't, and I'm gonna turn those tails into a hat after I'm done killing you!"
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo's in the thick of things, normally this would be okay with her Moon Cell Transformation, however, it has a major problem. It is quite short in duration, as one final ice block encompasses the Caster Class Servant, before exploding, sending shards of ice everywhere, and leaving her wholly unprotected against the huge man with guts showing.

    The gunfire catches her attention and grazes across her body, splattering red over her blue dress and on the floor, dashing backwards as she fires off bolts of fire and lightning at the absurd construct of a human. "MIkon! Ayeeee! Master, I need a healing code cast! Now, please!" a cough, "Or some cover! Kid, I need your shield, shield your queen, please!"

    She throws /herself/ out of the building, trying to escape the hail of gunfire her way, peeking up only to launch a few more fireballs from her mirror..
Tesla Armadia Lunessa and Snowchaser look at each other for a moment after seeing the massive man spilling is non-organic bits from the huge holes made in him. "Why does that look disgusting when it's probably what -we- look like on the inside?"

"Because we're probably still more -human- than him, even if we're not humans." Followed by a yowl as Snowchaser dives for cover when the mangled hoodlum pulls out more guns and starts shooting shit up again, and makes a cat-like climb up a wall to get out of the line of fire. "Not rrreally imporrtant right now!"

Lunessa on the other hand just stands up fully, wiping off some liquid of some kind dripping from her lips. "Other than it can be our advantage." She punches a command into the controls of her combat system, deploying the dual launchers up over her shoulders. Her visor zooms in on the gunman as she hunches forward, pinging across his form until nice bright |+|s locks onto some of the gaping holes blown in his body.

And Lunessa fires a pair of rocket-propelled grenades from her back launchers, aimed for the existing wounds to cause as much internal damage as possible. "When YOU'RE dead there won't be enough left to fix a toaster!"
Kushiko There's more and more about this titanium-infused bastard that one is learning every day. Like the sheer degree to which he's actually enhanced, and more and more destabilizations happen, she diverts her attention towards covering Tamamo in the meantime. Her blade is one half--enery infusion ensuring that no stray bullets nor the big guy--the other part, however, is twofold in what she does next.

Electromagnetic energy--a crazy amount in which Tesla, Alexis and everyone who has any kind of cybernetics should be /really/ concerned. Hell, the technorganic aspect should probably make Tesla's technopathy go D: for a few moments as she summons and channels energy that simply should not exist into creating a selective electromagnetic field.

Spent casings, bullets, everything becomes part of the magnetic fields she's fashioning and then like daggers, she starts focusing them into the man's body. She lifts one hand to twist the field--and in turn, seize and grab at the man's implants. Then another lift of her hand, gathering more shards amd increasing electromagnetic force--to lift the man off the ground.

Now, this may not work of course. Thing about metal--even in non-augmented bodies, it can exist in a lot of places. In this, she's attempting to magnetize the raging superhuman's bones, to suspend him in the air...

And forcibly compress his body inward using his own body, shards of metal following the compressive, crushing force.
The Kid     "Mother protect me," Kid grunts as the man takes the hit and keeps going. It takes some frantic rolling to get somewhere safe, and even then he takes some bullets. He doesn't complain, not for a single moment, even as blood seeps from him.

    Once behind cover, he grunts and begins stripping his equipment. Shield, bow, quiver, hammer... only to notice as the electromagnetic field seems to tug at the tips of his arrows. He blinks, and smirks, before grabbing them in a handful.

    Peeking around his cover, he just, lightly tosses them, tip first. TO get caught up in the storm of debris, to pierce through the guy.
Priscilla     With the big boss out, and singlehandedly turning the shop entrance into a bigger warzone than all his minions had combined, Priscilla has to take one last jaunt back down. Given the amount of fire the guy is spitting out, and how much is coming back at him several times over, there is a significant amount of time she has to simply wait out, biding until the correct moment to strike appears. While the gunfight progresses, she hops to one of Tamamo's ice pillars, and then circles around to another, to bring her closer, and get her a good angle. Staying atop them with a wind tunnel effect happening in the near vicinity is a bit of a challenge.


The ideal time comes after grenade explosions have kicked up their respective clouds of fire, smoke and soot, and a collossal mess of bullets, shrapnel and arrows are closing in on the gang boss, continuing with his paralysis at the hands of magnetic waves. Jumping down, Priscilla ducks under the barrage of arrows, practically slides beneath the swirling, lacerating mess of metal, and finally, grips her scythe underhand and swings it in a vicious, full half-circle arc, into the suspended man's back, whilst it is vulnerable from the ground.

    The point is ruthlessly aimed through the damage in his chest, such that the blade should follow through the entire cavity, and if she can drive it all the way up to the half, she'll use that leverage to swing him all the way over her head, and smash him back down on top of the crystal spikes.
Alexis Maaka     It's not enough that he had to be blown apart by RPGs. He's sent flying, catching one of the missiles but knocked off his feet by the other as both blow up, leaving him without an arm and a leg, his remaining limbs mangled beyond repair.

    Then he's torn apart from the inside, as Kushiko rips him in half with that magnetic storm, electromagnetic forces driving him mad with pain and interference that even Maaka feels, as she lays somewhere behind cover.

    The explosion reduces the shop to fiery rubble, and the lead thug is finally hit by fireballs before Priscilla has her chance.

    "I'll...be...ba-" Nope, no you will not.

    The thug is impaled by the scythe, flung upward, and then brought down upon the spikes, pulverizing his remains entirely.

    There's a pregnant pause, before all goes quiet at last. Maaka thinks for a moment about what to do about the chopshop itself, before suddenly her questions are answered with am muffled KABOOM from bellow ground.

    Fire must've set off a gas line or something, no way anybody's recovering from that.
Tamamo no Mae     Tamamo's shielded and she backs away from the now exploding building. "Mikon!" comes the surprised shout as she ducks behind something else that's strong. She's panting heavily and peeking up from her cover, "I... is everyone okay?" she calls out, over the radio and around. But after getting the confirmation, the Caster-class starts chanting a bit... a small twinge of light appearing on the wall near her... growing and growing until a Japanese style rice-paper door appears.

    "Everyone. Welcome to My Room. You can stay for a while to rest back up and get your energy and mana. I... will be here quite a while because of these wounds."
Kushiko That was a bit on the insane side. Actually it reminded her a little bit of certain Grineer resilence and inability to stay down. Least he wasn't ugly.

Let that thought of reference comparison set in for you. Ahem.

Electromagnetic shielding and use of such aside, she does drop it once the final deathblows have been landed through the concerted efforts of all of those involved here, though she's fairly swift to go help up Alexis and retrieve her shotgun once Tamamo has brought them into the... Room. It's disorienting at first, but not unheard of conceptually. The faceless Warframe's cyclopean light fixates on her for a moment, before she gestures with a hand. Energy manifests and provides a cylindrical disk on the ground; about the size of a manhole cover, but pulsating with healing waves of energy. Some ornate script appears on it.

<"This should help you, all of you at least. We were lucky not to take much more than bullets to our shields but they still stung a bit.">
The Kid     Kid's seen some explosions in his days, but this one felt right. Watching some criminal element go up in flames is soothing for the soul. It makes all his wounds worth it. With a nod to Tamamo, he says, "Much obliged," before stepping into Her Room and basking in the healing glow of Kushiko's discs. It doesn't take long for him to actually fall asleep.
Alexis Maaka     After a moment convincing herself mentally, Maaka forces herself to stand and stumbles towards the doorway. Grunting and growling, she only allows herself to lie down when she sees something comfy to flop onto. "Thanks." She tells Kushiko, or more accurately her Warframe, when she notices Mag thought to retrieve the shotgun. Still in okay condition, still usable.

    Getting patched up is much more welcome, as she just flops down and closes her eyes for a bit. She'll need the nap anyway.