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Two other zombies lurch towards Vallo. Seeing that their attacks against Seven fail to sate their hunger, the three zombies engaging the revenant charge past him towards Avalanche. The remaining zombies converge on Avalanche. |
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Seven rises from the fallen zombie's shadows in a flurry of strikes as it's allies, thinking him vanished, rush past him.
"What, don't want to play anymore? It's all fun and games until someone loses some limbs, eh?" With his surroundings suddenly cleared he lets the shadowy blade fade out and aims his outstretched palm towards one of the zombies harassing Vallo. The familiar chill grows over him, then launches in a series of dark-light beams. His sword once more in hand he ducks in behind the group surrounding the large man, Avalanche, ready to render assistance. Last edited by AximusLokar; 12-06-2011 at 03:36 AM. |
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Avalance looks up after being accosted by the undead menace. This was a mild annoyance for the hulking man, he watches out of the corner of his helm and sees the one undead not trying to kill his group fade in and out near him and assist in killing the undead. Avalance wounders if his age is starting to show.........
Avalance grunts "Thanks Pup" as he readies himself once again but this time his original target is to his right. Like a wild animal he shifts over and attacks, cold frost clambers over his weapon striking at the zombie as Seven cleans up. He knows that he was there to skirmish and get the others into position. This matters not to him, he roars and strikes. Uses: Warden's Fury Target: Z2 To Hit: Dice Roll:
Effect: All party members gain combat advantage to Z2 Attack Dice Roll:
Z2 is marked. Last edited by Jihad Jack; 12-08-2011 at 09:00 AM. Reason: Oops forgot to roll to hit! |
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Irvine pulls back for a moment, resting his back against the cool brick wall again, closing his eyes. He takes a deep breath, his hands moving without thought, as he takes a moment to monitor his heartbeat once more. One... two... check. Inhaling, he turns back around to face the fight, the tip of his rifle barely poking around the corner of the wall. Target, check. Impact. He finishes exhaling; already seeking a new target. Reload, Aim, Fire. Impact.
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