Elegant Fury vs SWE

Ref.

A large football field. At night. Thousands of seats cover the perimeter of the field, which is neatly trimmed and ready for play. Unfortunately, it is not game night, and no one is there. The sky above is opened up. Power is controlled in the southern area, where a control box is set inside a closet to turn on the various parts of the arena. From there, light switches can be used to turn on the various areas after power is restored.

Hyaskus lurked within the stands, crouching so as not to be found as easily. Drawing his Peacemaker, the Vampire headed down the aisles while trying to listen for any and all heartbeats. Suddenly he heard a heartbeat so rapid it could not be healthy, "That is probably one of them..." The Vampire muttered to himself as he walked towards it, his Cloak occasionally twisting around the seats and making him stumble occasionally.

Combi had his fat ass sitting in a comfy, fancy chair inside one of the high box seat rooms, looking at the stadium from a nice vantage point. The vantage point really had no advantage since he didn't have a range weapon. Not that he was even very good at firing one of those things (Snipers). His eyes scanned the arena through his skull mask, while he kept his AK47 on his lap. He taped his mags together, creating a makeshift fast mag while keeping a regular mag in his vest. His heart was beating a little too fast since he snorted a quick key. He kept fiddling with his extra M9 Mag, and also toyed with the six extra shotgun shells he had on his vest.
      He noticed some movement on the other side of the stadium, he didn't have a good shot at the clumsy figure, Combi just sat in his nice chair, in the dark room with tinted outside windows, as he kept eating out of his brick of coke. Some of it splattered across his bullet proof vest which was taken from his cartel's cache. He tried to clean it up by licking at it but the lights in his room were off, just like the other box seats, he didn't want to run the risk of accidentally pulling the pins of the two grenades he had on his vest. Frustrated, he just kept his eyes focused back onto the stadium, looking for the other target, his shotgun holstered across his back and his M9 on his side. Meanwhile the cocaine was making him extremely paranoid and on edge, to the point where he kept the door to the room he was in locked tight with two different locks that could be accessed from the inside.
His DEA training was going out for a test run. He was the Kingpin of Mexico's soon to be most powerful Cartel, he wasn't going to be taken out by a couple of no bodies. This was his world to take, their skull fragments will be added to Combi's mask in no time. He gently patted his left titty, where on the inside of his vest he had three adrenaline needles. His body was ready.

Gaius gave a grin, he was in his element, he was a predator and in the hunt. His wolfish grin grew wider as he found the electric, he couldn’t risk losing their night time advantage…while the darkness reigned they had no chance of stopping him or Hyaskus. His muscles bulged as he readied himself, once prepared he reached out to the fuse control panel, he grasped, and with a quick yank he brought it off the wall and simply duped it into a corner. Without it none of the lights would work, the control panel was big and chunky and necessary for the electricity to operate.

“Three German officers crossed the Rhine taboo, taboo” he sang under his breath, making sure his gun was loaded and his knife was at his belt the werewolf turned and left to go to find his opponents. He could smell the poignant scent of cocaine in the corridors, his opponent was close, and the cartel would die before the might of Russia’s greatest. Following the scent left in the air was easy, it was silent, and his pure state was setting in as the kill-urge grew ready. It is time for the murder-make, I am ready

Lenka was currently set up inside the box, behind Combi and to his right, waiting in the shadows as to not be seen, aided by his entirely black garb. He noticed movement along the other side of the arena, and noticed a clumsy figure stumble as it was walking through the chairs. His experience as a mercenary would aid him greatly in the fight that was to come. Taking deep, slow breaths to stay calm and slow his heartbeat as to not throw off his aim, he was ready.

Seeing the lights go out unfazed Hyaskus. As he trekked on towards the owners box he smiled at Gaius' handiwork, "Good job Varúlfur..." He said to himself as he still listened to what was within the Owner's Box, his cloak no longer getting caught on chairs as he was more careful.

As Lenka had made the room a very nice MG Nest, Combi figured he'd scout. As he opened the door to exit the room, there was a very loud ruckus being made down the hall to Combi's right. It sounded like wires and metal being ripped apart savagely, lights and sparks came out of a room not too far from where Combi and Lenka were stationed. It made Combi squeeze his Coke brick a little too hard from the spook, it then spilled and crept in the hallway like morning mist. Combi put some distance between himself and the spilled coke and quickly went prone onto the far left side of the hallway's wall, hiding behind a life sized cut out of some sports team player, to his left were the Men's and Women's bathrooms. Combi's dark urban camo suited the dark hallway perfectly, the only problem was he hardly could see. The bright moonlight spilled into the hallway through the glass of the Box Seat rooms who had the doors open. Combi made sure that his position was secure from the moons reflected rays, he was prone in complete darkness. Beams of small light illuminated parts of a figure creeping through the hallways, breathing in Combi's extremely potent cocaine which damages/burns the insides of the nose, rendering the distinction between specific scents void (OOC: If you want, you can look up Cocaine to see for yourself, it's not the best thing to put in your nose if you want to be able to smell other things, especially if the nose is Doggy sensitive). Electricity from the wires that were torn but still connected to the wall were still receiving power, the wires disconnected and thrown into the corner were obviously not. The wires protruding from the wall naturally sparked off constantly, with  zaps that loudly rang through the hallways, covering any small noise that was made by Combi and Lenka. The moon's light that beamed into the hallways was just enough to illuminate the figure walking towards Combi's position. Seeing as the figure had shown he was moving forward with no signs of stopping, Combi allowed the subject to get into a 25 meter range before Combi fired his weapon down the narrow hallway, emptying a 30rd magazine center mass of the figure that was practically walking towards Combi's bullets.

@ Gauis
OOC: You're at a very close range for an AK47 down a narrow corridor walking towards my gun which is being held prone (VERY good accuracy), and you somehow dodge all 30rnds simultaneously? Without even giving a hint as to why you arbitrarily know my exact location and when to dodge the rounds? I call malarkey.

OOC: 25 meters really isn't that short range, it's nowhere near point blank

As the scent of cocaine became stronger the werewolf streamed into another seating box just to his right, if the scent coming from it was that strong then that would mean risking some getting in his nose. Just as he did though shots rang out, they streamed through the space he had just occupied and left the werewolf unhurt, not that any would hit him with his speed…Keeping his mind on the fight he went to leave the bowels of the stadium so as to regroup and plan once more how to assault… he felt the transformations coming on…yet he put that to the back of his mind as dark clouds approached them, it was going to be a starless night once the cloud cover got over.

The werewolf took out his own gun, keeping himself steady the werewolf heard another heartbeat; he rushed to the glass of the high box and opened it up so as to jump through it. He breathed in the clean air as he landed in the seating and bent his knees to lessen the impact and the sound, with a grin the werewolf moved along the seating. He was in his element, the clouds were thick overhead, the darkness was growing; and the werewolf was in his element. “Humans are fun…” he muttered under his breath as he awaited for his opponents to follow him out.

OOC: I'm still calling you on the post you posted, then deleted. I'm sure somehow that is against the rules.

(OOC) The fact a post was deleted makes this a non-issue. Combi is clearly in the right here, and has also written a fairly inescapable position. Gaius has not played fairly and has attempted to use underhanded tactics to negate these actions. In addition, the new post does not address several factors from Combi's, as well as giving Gaius a miraculous ability to react to actions in a matter of nanoseconds in a setting where all of his senses are greatly muted. I'm giving Combi the authority to decide what happened in regards to his attack.

While the figure across the stadium moved parallel to him, Lenka prepared a trap on the only door to the box with one of his No. 36 Grenades using string, tape, and nails he found in the press box, and having put several shelves between him and the explosive to direct it's force away from him, and to anyone that entered. (OOC: There's about seven shelves and seat scraps between him and the door now, forming a makeshift wall. Also, the windows of the box are closed, minus the slit he is firing through.) Returning to the heavily tinted window, Lenka took aim, putting the crosshairs of his scope over the target.

As soon as the figure crossing the stadium began moving perpendicular to him, Lenka opened fire with his fatass machine-gun known as a Bren, the beauty firing fifteen of his .303 shells at the man waking directly towards him between two rows of seats, aiming two for the head, three for the chest, two to the right, two to the left, two in front, two above, and another two directly at the man's heart, the built-in flash hider of the weapon, combined with the tinted windows, making his position nearly untraceable.

(OOC: The 72hr Time Limit Has Expired)
25 Meters, it stretches no longer than a local shooting range he thought to himself. With an AK47 in a prone position, with a target slowly moving closer and closer into the line of fire, Combi controlled his breathing completely and slowly squeezed the trigger of his AK47. The primers of the Silver tipped AK47 rounds were activated, one by one, thirty rounds in total flew towards the center mass of the unsuspecting individual. Only twelve rounds penetrated center mass, the exit wounds were devastating. The other rounds merely skimmed his arms, neck, and hair, ricocheting around his area causing massive confusion as debris flew all around the individual. As the kick of the gun went up, it tore through the tiles above him, causing more debris to violently crash onto the target. Combi wasn't sure whether or not this was a demon, but even without his silver tipped AK47 ammunition, no one could withstand that type of punishment. With his DEA Special Forces training, he easily transferred a new mag, keeping his aim steady, in case the target miraculously survived the hail of gunfire. Pulling the action of his AK47 back, locking in a round into the chamber.

(OOC: The 72hr Limit Has Expired. Can we get this show on the road, please?)

(OOC: Sorry if it's really similar to your post, Combi.)

At a range of only seventy meters, his scoped Bren on a bipod, with Hyaskus, the target slowly moving closer and closer into the line of fire, Lenka pressed the trigger down repeatedly, fifteen of the .303 rounds in total flew towards the unsuspecting individual in the controlled spray described earlier. Of the rounds fired, one penetrated the Hyaskus's forehead, two to the chest, and one directly though the vampire's heart, he saw as the flooring behind the librarian was stained a far darker color, with the seats around him that were impacted exploding into shards of useless crap. One of the rounds aimed in-front ricocheted off the ground, impacting the vampire in the ankle.

OOC: Calling this one in favor of team SWE.

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