[The thing about gunshots is that by the time you hear the crack you've probably already been shot so
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She staggers with the impact but doesn't fall past her knees, thanks Stability, and clutches at her shoulder, trying hard not to think about how quickly it's wetting through. Gritting her teeth she looks around for where it must've come from, what the hell]
Well, Nya can't do much but reload this turn, so he's going to do that, his breath suddenly shaky. Fuck fuck fuck. There are so many people here, and he's SURE they wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
But he did wave to Lucifel a little earlier so you could see him, Loki, or Lucifel, probably.]
[She scans around--wow this is unpleasant--but spies enough pink to figure somebody's up there somewhere. So what else do you do if you've just been shot while standing halfway up a building? She keeps going, loping up the side of the building to get a better vantage point]
[Hey this is terrible. Nya is coming to learn that he actually doesn't like fighting like this. Or maybe guns just make him nervous, but his rifle shot misses and recoils terribly and his hands fly up and hit him in the face for another damage, but his pistol does another 7 damage is Nemesis doesn't dodge now that she's up the building????]
[Don't mind her bleeding a lot! But other than that she seems in good spirits, where 'good spirits' can be defined as 'pretty angry and in some considerable pain']
Wh-where are you!?
[She whips her head around, looking for her attacker. Blood drips down her arm onto the handle of the axe she's carrying, but otherwise the weapon seems clean and sharp. WHERE ARE FOES WHERE IS ATTACK]
[You know, he was all gung-ho about killing before now. Even his own death at the hands of Maki didn't really make him feel BETTER about this. Just shooting her from a distance?
...Well, he was scared, but he wasn't going to be a COWARD. He wouldn't just watch her bleed with her axe and hide, so Nya stands up, holding his rifle, his pistol, and a bucket in his two real arms, and four doll arms.]
...LOOK UPON ME! I AM NYARLATHOTEP OF SENSITIV, AND I WILL BE YOUR DEATH THIS DAY!
[At the least then, he can say he didn't hide away. Even if he dies now, it would be okay. He reloads as he watches her from a distance.]
[Chuckles, low--finally showed himself. Immediately she starts running towards his building, jumping over roofs and running down and around building faces until she can get to where he is, heedless of the blood dripping to the streets below. As she runs, she keeps her body low to present a slightly smaller target, but even if he continues to fire at her, she has no intention of stopping until she's in melee range.]
[This is fine, this is FINE. He can take one more shot with each of his guns. Surely, that will slow her down enough...
Pointing both guns at her, he grits his teeth and furrows his brow, both shots going right for her for 6 damage from the rifle, and 7 from the pistol.]
[Okay that is a lot, of shooting, what a day to wear white
She cries out, falls to her knees again, held up by her metal arm. But then she gets back up, shaky but sure, and continues to stagger towards him. She just has to axe him a question so. Hold tight.]
[Nya can't attack again until he reloads, so he's going to do that. He really does feel awful for doing this, but at least with her facing him, she will know who it is. She can do whatever she wants after the game, but Nya will gun her here, if he can.
Meanwhile, he's just going to look to Loki, wishing he could help, or wishing he could be helped himself.]
[NemQuest has not changed. The moment she makes it up to the roof proper, she's barrelling towards Nya and swiping at him with her axe--if it hits, it'll do 7 damage]
[Nya is nervous. He's nervous, and god she looks determined, and while he would have tried to dodge before, he's pretty freaked out right now and so his attempt to swing the bucket at her has him losing one of his doll arms, but hey!
It turns out when you connect doll arms to your torso and use them like real arms, they kind of ARE real arms, so he starts bleeding profusely from the new wound!
He raises his guns once more, attempting to shoot her again, the rifle probably skimming someplace for only 5 damage, and the pistol doing another 6]
[This time Nemesis is close enough to Nya to catch his trajectory, and blocks one of the shots with her metal arm, sending the bullet twanging off elsewhere. The other hits her in the gut, which is an especially unpleasant place to be punctured. As is a stab in the back! Wow, rude.
Nem reels for a moment before staggering forward another step--sucks in a few awful-sounding gasps--doesn't think about anything but swinging again at Nya for another 8 damage, she will deal with whatever is behind her...later...]
[This time, Nya is SUPER CONTENT with dodging out of the way, which he does by throwing himself on the ground, grabbing his false arm and sticking that back on, his hands shaking before ho looks up at Nem, using 'picking it apart Again' to unseal her scars. He only sees her arm, but who knows? It might be enough to give Lucifel an advantage?
trying to pull her back or otherwise trip her before she can swing at nya with a success on agility, letting go of the knife and trying to wrap his arm around her neck in a chokehold ]
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With 2 2 5, that would be 7 rifle damage!]
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She staggers with the impact but doesn't fall past her knees, thanks Stability, and clutches at her shoulder, trying hard not to think about how quickly it's wetting through. Gritting her teeth she looks around for where it must've come from, what the hell]
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But he did wave to Lucifel a little earlier so you could see him, Loki, or Lucifel, probably.]
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Wh-where are you!?
[She whips her head around, looking for her attacker. Blood drips down her arm onto the handle of the axe she's carrying, but otherwise the weapon seems clean and sharp. WHERE ARE FOES WHERE IS ATTACK]
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[You know, he was all gung-ho about killing before now. Even his own death at the hands of Maki didn't really make him feel BETTER about this. Just shooting her from a distance?
...Well, he was scared, but he wasn't going to be a COWARD. He wouldn't just watch her bleed with her axe and hide, so Nya stands up, holding his rifle, his pistol, and a bucket in his two real arms, and four doll arms.]
...LOOK UPON ME! I AM NYARLATHOTEP OF SENSITIV, AND I WILL BE YOUR DEATH THIS DAY!
[At the least then, he can say he didn't hide away. Even if he dies now, it would be okay. He reloads as he watches her from a distance.]
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Pointing both guns at her, he grits his teeth and furrows his brow, both shots going right for her for 6 damage from the rifle, and 7 from the pistol.]
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She cries out, falls to her knees again, held up by her metal arm. But then she gets back up, shaky but sure, and continues to stagger towards him. She just has to axe him a question so. Hold tight.]
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Meanwhile, he's just going to look to Loki, wishing he could help, or wishing he could be helped himself.]
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It turns out when you connect doll arms to your torso and use them like real arms, they kind of ARE real arms, so he starts bleeding profusely from the new wound!
He raises his guns once more, attempting to shoot her again, the rifle probably skimming someplace for only 5 damage, and the pistol doing another 6]
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Nem reels for a moment before staggering forward another step--sucks in a few awful-sounding gasps--doesn't think about anything but swinging again at Nya for another 8 damage, she will deal with whatever is behind her...later...]
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well, more of one.]
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trying to pull her back or otherwise trip her before she can swing at nya with a success on agility, letting go of the knife and trying to wrap his arm around her neck in a chokehold ]
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