GUN vs Wolfpack

Ref.

Deciding physical violence is not the way to go, the teams decide to play in a virtual reality video game. The setting is an alien planet, with five different areas of combat: Desert, Jungle, Ocean, Tundra, and Mountain. In each area are a group of five NPC aliens (short, yellow blobs with arms, legs, and a face). You can choose to kill them if you wish, or let them live, or save them from an enemy. They do not affect gameplay. When one team loses in the game, they lose the tournament after quitting in a fit of rage.

Emily blinked in confusing as her eyes darted around, looking around the mountain area, then something came in the corner of her eye it was a ... yellow thing, so she did the only thing that any half decent werewolf would do pick it up and see if its eatable. As she poked and prodded it she turned to her partner So what do we do here then ? she lightly nibbled on the yellow thing as she was done talking.

The Russian fixed his S10 gas mask over his face then clicked the helmet into place on his head. Once he was finished, Bayman drew his G36c assault rifle, looking around the area carefully. The enemy would be near by somewhere. The ex-spetsnaz pointed toward the tree line of a close by forest after thinking about Emily's question. "The forest will provide us with cover. From where, we'll begin rigging some traps to handle the enemy." Combat boots paced across the grassy knoll, carefully aiming down the sights of his assault rifle while he entered the tree line. "Stay close and stay alert."

Operation Loadout

2 FN Herstal Five-Seven Handguns
(6 20 round magazines of silver tipped 5.7 ammunition)

1 Silver Edged Honshu Fixed Blade Karambit

1 Sako TRG-42
(4 5 round magazines of silver tipped .338 Lapua Magnum Ammunition)

1 Mossberg 590A1 Combat Shotgun
(14 shells of silver buckshot, 2 shells of silver buckshot/magnesium pellet dragon's breath)

4 M14 Incendiary Grenades

Armor: III-A Bullet Proof Vest, US Army Short Sleeved Woodland Pattern ACU uniform.

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Soo Young lay concealed in the foliage of the forest. Both targets had decided to stop in the field to rest from what it looked like through the scope of her TRG-42. Beneath the shade of the trees there would be no lense flash from her scope as she continued to observe. The two seemed to be talking about what Soo Young couldn't be sure but whatever it was she didn't care to know. One of her targets seemed to be a trained soldier he would hold some priority for now. However her second target didn't seem to belong here at all. She was dressed civilian and seemed innocent in the eyes of most people.

Her mouth curved down into a frown as she observed the girl. The way she moved was somewhat animal like. She couldn't put her finger on what it was but something told her she wasn't as innocent as she seemed. She frowned before reaching into one of the bags hanging from the back of her belt and crawling over nearby a tree. She jammed the grenade between two roots before using a rock to keep it in place before concealing it with leaves and pulling a length of string she used to secure explosives from a pouch and tying it around the pin. She glanced towards the two in the clearing and could see one of them moving toward the tree line. She moved slowly to the other tree opposite the one she was hiding next to and tied the string around the mid section of the tree so the line went diagonally between the two trees

She then picked up her rifle and stayed low moving deeper into the woods pressing down on the transmitter keeping her in contact with her team mate. "Be advised...Targets are entering our kill zone." Soo Young said glancing back for a moment ensuring to stay behind trees as she moved through the woods to break line of sight. Before she could be spotted.

There was a lack of machine gun, MG-42, and the entailing ammunition that would be carried. It made too much sound. Alfred had adopted the natural scent of the forest heavily enough to be indistinguishable when smelled by anything as powerful as a blood hound, caked in mud with grass, as well as other foliage like shrubs stuck to him. He had lacked his typical double breasted jacket often worn, instead opting to have a T-shirt, suspenders, pair of pants and jackboots on. Lighter in texture so to absorb the color of his surrounding, dirtying himself so as he made specially sure to only carry the bare minimum of his weapons. Particularly keeping the monkey wrench with him, as well as the full ammunition he'd carry with his Luger.

The sticky exterior of his skin had made it easy to just stick leaves there, making him akin to a shrub onto those that go Ni. In his bestowed effects, a lending which were of Belgian make, the Five-SeveN of the pair once given to the North Korean, now with Alfred. Fully loaded and with standard bullets that the night mistress has come to grace the pistol with. Lingering nothing of the sort that is the affliction given with a poorly maintained or lodged firearm as it was clad in his left hand, and on his right free of anything to impede him so.

English crackled in his ear, the radio earpiece that had a microphone extending to his mouth. He whispers back to the talker, "I read you, hostiles are in my visuals, over." Or so what he would've said had the proximity not been immediate which can coerce him into instant action. Nowhere near the given location in which would put him in peril from the designs of the terrorist Korean, as it were probably some klicks away, or perhaps close, just not in his immediate diameter, Alfred figured the best to act now. The grassy knoll that Bayman traversed had left Alfred passed by, as he camouflaged from the amount of grass that made him look indistinguishable from the environment, and given the retard that is lagging behind from the competent ex-Spetsnaz man whom had the G36, Bayman, Alfred had immediately acted within the prompt.

Bayman passed Alfred whom was in the grass, the surrounding field of tall grass apart from the knoll path which cuts through it. He can smell the human, and knew that using his supernatural speed and agility, within a blur, as his path would sharply burst in speed in a sprint as he knew Emily could not reach in time, GIVEN her stupidity at not actually walking into the forest but eating something, whatever it was, and being 15 meters away from the two, Alfred easily closed the distance, making sure to drift towards Bayman's back as he was by his flank. He made sure to adjust his balled fist just in case Bayman would try to dodge away or even block it, using the power of his punch in the intention of spilling his organs across, that even were it blocked, it would easily shatter bones into many pieces given he IS human after all, if such a block occurred. The fact that Alfred was to Bayman's side, at his left flank, more facing towards his back than to his left, had made sure he wasn't in the gun's immediate line of sight. It was done in a speed so the human wouldn't have enough time to react, theoretically speaking, but even then, it was irrelevant as Alfred had unnatural superhuman speed, being about 5 meters, he easily crossed the distance in a blur to the naked human eye. Adjusting also his direction to stay out of the projected pathway of the gun, JUST IN CASE it would be turned around, so to keep up speed to go past it. Earlier lying motionless as he made no sound, but the sudden speed had only coincided with the chirping of a loud bird which camouflaged the sound of him stepping forward to gain momentum. Anyways, he could easily pivot in his sprint as he kept his attention not solely focused on Bayman, knowing the enemy's position, and the fact they came into THEIR turf without setting any traps or the like. It was also that he kept in mind to keep updating his fist trajectory towards the central mass, but had that somehow been out of his reach, he would aim for the next best thing that being whatever would be in his reach to even be a backhanded chop. Anyways, the fist aimed came from below as if it was an uppercut, as Alfred's arm pushed forth with his shoulder supporting it for the FALCON PAWNCH. Except not as slow but instead, as a blur. Also not on fire, as that'd hurt.

Emily quickly caught up with Bayman wasn't too hard for her, as they neared the forest Emily's nose twitched, her eyes quickly looking around as she was on full alert going in. The enemies position was unknown however Emily would be the best chance to find them due to her senses. As they made there way into the tree line her nose began to twitch like mad, her hair grew slightly and her pupils narrowed as she grabbed Bayman and leaped up into the trees There here!. Although she said "they" she could only smell one of them from this far, he apprently was planing a sneak attack it seemed as she had gotten Bayman out there just in time, she then started to leap from tree to tree to the west.

(OOC: Calling shenanigans on the Plebeian, Emily, that she was able to smell me just like that somehow, IN SPITE of measures undertaken to actually go against such a notion and concept of being picked up by scent. Here is the following quote to contradict Emily's post in question...)

Quote :

Alfred had adopted the natural scent of the forest heavily enough to be indistinguishable when smelled by anything as powerful as a blood hound

(It is no excuse to completely contradict it when it is RIGHT THERE on the first paragraph, going from first line to second line. So obvious and yet ignored in spite of that. So yeah, judgement time. You dun goofed.)

OOC: Alfred's request is denied. Carry on please.