Log - Stop the scouting party!

[the_last_free_mods]

Who: Lancer, Archer (Fate/Prototype), Cross Blanchard, Terry Bogard
What: A Fae scouting party has been discovered. Orders were given to eliminate it before it could return to friendly territory.
Where: Outside Midgard
When: June 7
Warnings: Fighting.
Turn Order: Terry -> Lancer -> Archer -> Cross -> GM

It had been one day since the sentry reported seeing Fae in the area. They had purportedly withdrawn into a small, wooded area half a mile from the city walls. Suspecting that that was where their encampment was, the order was given to take them out.

Thus, four champions would find themselves leaving the city and heading toward the woods.

Comments

[prototype_king]

Gilgamesh's attack, like all of his attacks, is brutal. He slashes both his swords across the charging dog's head as it leaps at him, bracing himself to neither jump nor give ground to the thing's weight.

[hero_of_smiles]

Seems like everything is just ignoring Cross. That's a good thing though. Makes it easy to throw, throwing knives at the hounds and try and take out their legs.

[the_last_free_mods]

Lancer's and Gilgamesh's attacks kill the hounds rather quickly. Terry's puts the third in a world of hurt, and Cross's knives indeed take out its legs.

With the hounds down, some shouts can be heard from within the woods:

"Send backup! Repeat, send backup!"
"Give it up, you idiot! We're just out of range!"
"No, it can't be! They should be getting this!"
"Dammit, give it up and let's get out of here!"

[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

"Well listen to that. Sounds like they wanna pull a runner on us. That's bad sportsmanship, don't you think?" Terry scoffs, quietly. "Better teach them a thing or two about sticking to their posts."

He begins heading in towards the sound of their voices. Carefully. Only an IDIOT would walk into enemy-filled woods blindly.

[puppy_lancer]

Lancer is too caught up in the fighting to reply. Like Terry, he heads toward the direction of the voices, keeping an eye out for potential traps.

[prototype_king]

Gilgamesh makes a dismissive sound, shaking the blood off his swords, then listens closely to the voices.

Hoping to cut down any escape, he jumps up onto a sturdy-looking branch on one of the nearest trees. Listening and looking for movement, he prepares to rain down a barrage of swords at machine-gun pace as soon as he sees or hears anything wyrd trying to flee.

Sorry this is late.

[hero_of_smiles]

Cross follows behind the others towards the voices. He draws out more knives to use to try and disable movement from the enemies.

[the_last_free_mods]

They don't take long to spot. There's two masked, lightly-armored soldiers in the middle of a small clearing, trying to pack up their belongings and escape. They don't seem to have noticed that they've been spotted, however.

[lone_wolf_of_southtown]

Terry looks at the others, then nods. He raises his hand. One... two... three!

He pounds the ground with his fist. "Power Wave!" That oughta trip them up a bit.