Karlek grunted underneath his helmet and readied his weapon for another engagement. The barrels hummed as Karlek aimed for a second target.
Full Attack. With a click another swarm of projectiles were sent towards the enemy.
The golem began to laugh while observing it's handywork. "Like the good old days.." The nostalgic bliss was interrupted by the sound of machine revving. Full attack It aimed it's gun and was ready to repeat the process all over again.
Having stayed back for the duration of the first wave of attacks, Jorin opted to provide a bit of assistance in fighting off the oncoming attackers.
Full Support Action
Jorin muttered a string of words, moving her free hand about and channeling a fraction of her Abyssal reserves into a spell. A moment later, she would attempt to cast it. A shroud of demonic protection for her 'allies' against whatever magical attacks the enemy would choose to unleash upon them.
The once seemly indomitable motor-warriors had finally met an challenge worthy of their skill, their blood lust kicking into overdrive with their mechanical beasts roaring louder and louder and the magical flames rapidly soaring out from their arms. Speeding faster and faster to catch up and reinforce the last of the spearhead's third rank. Bulking up into nearly a dozen bikers in the back as the second rank of the spearhead kick their bikes into murder drive with their eyes shining bright red and with arms raise to cast a wave of terrible magic towards our daring heroes.
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Action: Full Attack
Target: Motor-Warrior Spearhead, Second Rank
Result Modifiers: Full Action +1, Melee +2
Result Needed: 4
Roll Result: 11
Total Effect: 9 Damage
Status: 5 DEAD, 1 INJURED, 1 LEFT
Motormouth stood his ground, slamming his feet into the hard rock ground and used his diesel turbo-powered strength to effortless lift up the 800 pound monster and grip it like a Fragball bat, holding it steadily as the motor-warriors circled all around Motormouth, hissing and shouting at him as they all gang up on them. Revving up their engines constantly as drive around them, circling him like vultures.
However, after taking a second to aim. Motormouth throws out three, great swings with his over-sized club made of heavy metal. The first swing hitting dead on the first bastards' face, shattering his head into a dozen, bloody pieces with a massive splash of bright red blood covering the bike as it thrown into second victim's crest.
Motormouth then hastily ripped his bike out from the second victim's rib cage with a string of organs trailing the bike with Motormouth making another shrike into the second rank of Motor-warriors, throwing three of them off of his bike. One of them was swept into the middle of a burning buildings with another having his neck entangled in the bike's organ tail with neck with being instantly snapped as Motormouth pulled back his bike for another swing.
Finally, Motormouth last sweep with his bike into the Motor-warriors flung the last one into sky, far past the city limits into the dunes way beyond.
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Action: Half Attack
Target: Motor-Warrior Spearhead, Last Rank
Result Modifiers: Melee +2
Result Needed: 5
Roll Result: 9
Total Effect: 5 Damage
Status: 2 DEAD, 1 INJURED, 10 LEFT
SMASH-THE-BLOOD hastily threw himself into the fray, meting head to head with the enlarged last rank of the Motor-warrior spearhead. The Motor-warriors quickly swirled and turned around him, trying to pass him but SMASH-THE-BLOOD quickly grabbed their attention with an strong jab straight into one of their faces, sending his fist deep into the poor Motor-warrior head with SMASH-THE-BLOOD effortless pulled out his skull and careless dropped his victim's skull onto the ground.
SMASH-THE-BLOOD then put his bloody left hand on his Hammeraxe and did a large overhead sweep, cutting one into two with another 'only' losing an arm.
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Action: Full Attack
Target: Motor-Warrior Spearhead, Last Rank
Result Modifiers: Full Action +1, Close-Range +1
Result Needed: 5
Roll Result: 2
Total Effect: None
Status: None
Karlek Tired his best to put down these marauding savages with another salvo of high powered plasma but due all the dust and blood being spay into the air as the Motor-warriors turned and shifted back and forth, evading Karlek plasma fire despite his best efforts.
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Action: Full Attack
Target: Motor-Warrior Spearhead, Last Rank
Result Modifiers: Full Action +1, Close-Range +1
Result Needed: 5
Roll Result: 12, Again
Total Effect: 15 Damage
Status: 8 DEAD, 2 LEFT
Otto once again loaded his trusty MG42, forged in hell out of the dammed steel that was used for the death chambers and the dreaded camps. This belt of 7.92mm was crafted out of pure hate, drawn out of Otto's inner fury and burn the air as they laid ready within his portable angel of death. And without a moment to spare, Otto once let his masterful machine play the devil's symphony with the glorious sounds of the most powerful army that ever exist.
Otto's hate filled machine fire quickly put down these rampaging degenerates just like those dirty creatures at Warsaw and Kursk so many years but the memories...Oh the fantastic memories of wanton slaughter in the name of pure, senseless violence and the never ending fires of war we're still fresh in Otto mind...Giving him that warm feeling that makes living the life of horrible hell monster formed out of the damn souls that are forced to forever suffer the ceaseless torture that is this Golem's existence almost bearable...Almost.
Nonetheless, his gunfire had seemly turned from a hail of lead into a stream of hellfire that quickly engulfed the Motor-warriors in mere seconds. Burning them at an heat far beyond that of their little, pathetic fireballs.
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Action: Full Support
Target: Motormouth, SMASH-THE-BLOOD, Otto and Karlek
Result Modifiers: Full Action +1, Multiple Targets -2
Result Needed: 8
Roll Result: 5
Total Effect: None
Status: None
Jorin tried to use her special 'gifts' to the best of her abilities but due to the pure chaos of the situation, her focus was too clouded to fully utilize her powers and her spell failed to materialize into anything useful to aid her allies.
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Motor-Warrior Spearhead, Second Rank
As the last of the second rank was destroyed by Motormouth's wrath, it's last survivor, Crisply. An horribly burnt and rather short Motor-warrior, earning his scars and nick-name due to a fairly embarrassing refueling accident. Crisply used whatever strength he could muster from his broken body, painfully dragging himself out from under his collapsed bike, bleeding pretty badly with left arm barely keeping himself from bleeding out as he laid his tired eyes on Motormouth's back.
Thus, Crisply used this chance to make one last attempt at getting back his honor and a place in the afterlife at the Sorcerer-King's side. Rising his arm to cast the strongest fireball he had ever made in his life with the intent of destroying this grand enemy to his masters and gaining their favor.
Action: Full Attack
Target: Motormouth
Result Modifiers: Full Attack +1, Close-Range +1
Result Needed: 5
Roll Result: 1
Total Effect: 1 Damage to Self
Status: DEAD
However, this last, futile struggle ends in a massive ferry explosion as his bike's fuel tank was cracked wide open and had began to drip onto poor, old Crisply...Ending in a way similar to his only claim to frame...With a gigantic fireball that consumed both Crisply and his bike in a instant.
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Motor-Warrior Spearhead, Last Rank
The last two remnants of the Spearhead's Last Rank made their attacks towards the two biggest threats in their sights, their pulled back their robes and clad their fists in bright red flames. Ready to put the pain on these two salvages that dare to defy their master's will and to avenge their fallen comrades.
Actions: Full Attack
Targets: Motormouth, SMASH-THE-BLOOD
Result Modifiers: Full Action +1, Melee +2
Result Needed: 4
Roll Results:
Motormouth: 6
SMASH-THE-BLOOD: 7
Total Effects:
-3 Damage To Motormouth
-4 Damage To SMASH-THE-BLOOD
Status:
-Motormouth: 7/10 HP
-SMASH-THE-BLOOD: 8/10 HP
Once again, Otto laughed with glee. Even more so when the giant metal untermensch got his from the bikers. The golem was many things and spiteful was among them. After regaining composure, it figured it was a good time to finish the job, but a bit more precision was required. It reached into it's coat and pulled out a Luger, smaller than the MG42, but just as demonic in nature.
Full attack. Otto aimed at the heads of the two warlocks and fired.
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