Dice Rolls
Guard T:10 Failure {Cheyene}
Guard T:16 Failure {Cheyene}
SG Attack: 21
Erick T: 12 2nd degree
??? Toughness: 25 {Mikjal}
Guard Athletics: [https://orokos.com/roll/907258]21[/url] {Escaped!}
Guard Attack: 18
??? Toughness: 15
???: Attack: 17
Door Toughness: 13 Destroyed
Eric's Perception: 20
SG Stealth: 31
The gangly woman in full gear swears aloud as Eric takes furious yet unfocused swipes in her direction, "God damn! Lookit' the size of this squatch, never seen something like you before! Then again," She takes a single focused shot for the were-tiger, hitting him center mass. "I doubt you've ever seen something like me before either."
And then, in the space of an eye-blink, she's gone. Eric growls, and starts frantically searching for her to no avail.
Mikjal Frowns when he takes notice of the supernatural's odd vanishing, but can't spare her another moment as there seems to be something more pressing happening at the door. He pulls out a short-barreled pistol, and firse dead on for the bulky forearm graspign the woman's neck. Yet though it hits, the bullet only flings up sparks as the tattoos flare in response. Feral growling can be heard from the other side, and the woman seems to have been given just enough slack to pull away from the door, scrambling backward while gasping for breath. The only other man left standing swears, and makes a split-second choice between the intruders and whatever's coming in on the other side. He chooses the latter, and whether by luck or timing manages to land something that actually digs into the arm.
Growling morphs into a an angered roar, and the hand digs into the meta like it was putty, gaining purchase. With a terrible metallic screech the door is suddenly wrenched right from it's hinges, bolts ricocheting off the walls in a flurry of sparks from the sheer force. Thick smoke billows out from the now opened room, lit only by the soft strobe of red warning lights. A tall, hulking figure emerges from the shadows holding the torn door like it was a post-apocalyptic tower shield.
As the light from the hallway graces it's grime covered form, you are met with a man wearing the black pants and combat vest you've seen on almost all the facility security personal you've seen thus far. In place of a shirt, his bulking biceps are on full display, the left one bearing a white patch with a torn wire hanging loose. His forearms and neck bear something that's instantly familiar to the team; Runic tattoos the like of which decorate cheyenne. Something seems wrong about them however, off in a way you just can't put a finger on.
In place of a helmet, his long brown hair hangs completely free, and his eyes are wide and feral. When he seethes through his clenched teeth you can almost imagine twin trails of steam emanating from the sides.
"C-captain..." The choked woman weakly gasps, desperarly trying to scramble further away.
Beast (Advance Wars)
Turn Order {Players may act in any order!}
"Captain": 24 (-1 Toughness)
Eric: 22 (-1 Toughness, Dazed)
Felix: 19
Cheyene: 18
Jenny: 16
SG: 15
Mikjal: 9 (-1 Toughness)
Guards{2}: 7 (Three are down!)