Lordvader59
Three Thousand Club
Vadcus turned to the others. "Why did he.... we could've easily all made it that was-" he looked at Sean "I'm sorry." He looked back to Dougan, deactivating his lightsaber. "Where are we heading now? You said something about some kind of headquarters?" He quicked his pace as he moved down the tunnel. "I don't know much about this city, or it's inhabitants, but I'm already eager to make these orangemen pay for what they've done to everyone here. Have you got anything at your headquarters that we could use? More men? More powerful weaponry?" Vadcus knew they'd need more people to have a prayer. "Perhaps the ability to triangulate the portal so we can go destroy that?"Dougan reached into his dice bag and threw three D20 dice at the horde of Orange-men, creating an explosion of silver energy. It made a dent, however it was quickly filled.
"Feck!" Dougan cried "Sean!" He called back
"Almost there! I'm just carrying Mrs Agnes through!"
"Sorry, dearies I've got bad arthritis in me hands and legs. New knee is a pain, too!" The voice of an old lady called back "Give 'em hell boys!" He cheered
Ser Dougan turned to Vadcus and smiled "You heard the old lady." He ran forwards, slicing through Orange-men on his way towards the Leprechaun who was continuing to fire. He pushed the Orange-men on top of him aside, rolling the Leprechaun onto his back.
"Hey, buddy." Dougan said with a reassuring smile, pulling back his coat to check on his wounds. This smile faded as he noticed that the Leprechuan had several belts of grenades attatched to himself with all of their pins pulled out.
"Shite! Everybody down!" Ser Dougan yelled, diving for cover as the grenades went off, creating a large chunk in the horde at the front of the bakery. The ringing in Dougan's half-elf ears was difficult to bear but he was helped to his feet by 1812. Looking around, he saw that Sean had been caught in the blast as he tried to shield Agnes from it, knocking him to the ground.
"Hey!" 1812 shouted "Dougan! Dougan! Look at me!"
"The civilians." He managed to spit out
"Sean got all of them through, we need to go!"
Stuart ran towards Sean, helping him to his feet and allowing his partner to lean on him as he handed him over to 1812.
"Here, take him."
"Stuart!" Sean pleaded weakly
"You gotta get outta 'ere!" Stuart shouted
"I'm alright, Stuart."
"Don't argue with me, Sean."
"I...I am not leaving you behind." Sean protested, his voice still weak
Stuart walked towards his partner "No matter what happens, you mean everything to me, Sean. You always will." He rested a hand on his cheek
"Stuart...I..." He managed to say as his partner turned around, running back towards his machine gun to face the horde.
"Alright you big fruity arseholes!" Stuart yelled "THIS IS FOR MA MATES!" He yelled, opening fire "MA NEIGBAHAUD!"
1812 carried the two men into the escape tunnel, Vadcus at her side and cealed it shut with a powerful blast from her cannons. From in the tunnel they could hear the sounds of gunfire as Stuart launched everything he had into the horde, also hearing his war cries slowly getting weaker and weaker.
As they walked slightly deeper into the tunnel, the gunfire stopped and there was the sound of an explosion coming from the bakery.
"Stuart..." Sean muttered sadly