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I'll do what I can.
Sophitia didn't have much time to react, as always- her mind was still reeling as the... spirit who possessed one of the group members declared he was somehow related to the Egyptian god Anubis. As she was still trying to cope with the idea that there truly were multiple gods, the man Anubis was possessing somehow formed another figure, another soul. After another salvo of attacks from her allies, she watched as the spirit figure rush towards one man, seemingly use the exact same technique that he had tried earlier. She couldn't sit around and do nothing! She had to do something!
The Athenian Greek rushed forwards, drawing her Omega Sword and Elk Shield both at once. Her emerald green eyes flashed as she doved forwards and in front of the man, raising her sword and shield simultaneously in a guarding position to absorb the electrical blast. Moments before the shock collided, though, her sword and shield flashed the pure gold hue that it did earlier when utilizing her own Critical Edge- which, in fact, was exactly what the holy weapons were doing. Like they had a mind of their own, the medieval weapons sparked with its own electricity, countering the lightning projectile at least somewhat well. It pushed her backwards a few inches, but not enough to slam into the man she was protecting. She couldn't help but blink a couple times after the impact in amazement before looking back, nodding towards Jonathan in acknowledgement, before turning to the unfolding scene in front of them. If her weapons could absorb whatever electric shock that was, she had to use it to her advantage.
"We cannot waste much more time! Someone get that sword out of his grasp!" The holy warrior declared, moving towards the stand user with her own agility before running directly under the still-airborne metal man and the possessed figure. She hurled her Omega Sword towards the duo, the holy weapon aimed directly at the Anubis blade. At the instant Yu charged the blade, the medieval deity-crafted weapon collided and absorbed the electricity, protecting Jerome from the potential threat of being electrocuted. Similarly enough, even though Archer's bolt collided with Yu, the extra electricity just further powered the sparking sword. As soon as the sword absorbed the electricity, it let loose its energy with a relatively powerful kinetic blast directed at Yu to knock him away and hopefully stun him temporarily.
Either way, the blonde ran forwards the duo with fleet-footed agility, snatching her sword as it began dropping to the ground and using her feet to lash out at Yu's legs as she ducked down into a crouched position. Her only intent was to try and knock him down to the ground and make him vulnerable enough for further attacks and hopefully end the battle. But if her leg sweep wasn't enough, she'd lunge upwards, her Elk Shield aimed right at her foe's jaw in tight quarters.
Woods was slow on the draw again- damn, was this shit starting to piss him off. The Marine was initially only able to watch as the fight unfolded, but finally kicked himself into gear as he heard the cocky spirit fucker declare he could predict everyone's moves. If that really was the case, then that meant their attack-attack-attack styles were pretty much negated. Unless...
Being unpredictable was a trait within itself. He knew it himself- firsthandedly in the Vietnam War. The NVAs might have been pieces of shit, but they knew how to keep him guessing. They'd always been doing something crazy ridiculous- from unleashing scorpions, attacking from the bushes, hiding in plain sight, or anything in between, they were never predictable. That could be a key part in taking this pig down.
Start mixing up your attacks! Don't use the same one twice, and make sure to switch your fire between the ghost shit stain and the blade-wielder! The Marine mentally declared towards all of his teammates. In the meantime, he quickly rushed forwards into the fray- but not before trying to hijack Anubis' mind (if he had any), trying to reverse manipulate the user's own words against him- psychological warfare might be new to Frank on this level, but he knew how to fuck with people's tactics. This couldn't be much different. As that Greek girl ran for the physical user, Frank moved in on the enemy spirit as he unslung his Titus-6 from his back. Within the blink of an eye, the futuristic weapon had flipped its safety off and swapped over to the 2-round buckshot mode.
"C'mon, you ain't got jack shit on me!" The S.O.G. member shouted loudly, pointing the shotgun at Yu's Persona- more specifically, the hand where he should be holding the Anubis sword. Within a medium range, he began firing tight bursts at the hand, trying to hit that and force the Persona's user to drop the sword. Maybe it would mean the kid would get his hand torn off- but since one of those dumbass metal fucks were just going for point-blank shotgun hits, forcing the kid to lose a limb would be one of the way better outcomes. Plus, at the ranges Frank was shooting at, the Titus probably didn't have enough stopping power to actually shred through Yu's flesh- he had found the shotgun to work a bit differently from the shotguns he was used to. The pellets had seemed to turn into confetti after a certain range, and he could guesstimate that at the distance between him and Anubis would equate to the pellets being just enough to hurt him but not enough to blow his hand off altogether.
At least, so he hoped.
Location: 21st Nome (Woods+Sophitia) / HQ (Marcus)
Condition: Healthy/Healthy/Healthy
Emotion: Bold/Adamant/N/A
Current Inventory: Titus-6 Hybrid Launcher (Buckshot), Flak Jacket/Omega Sword + Elk Shield (Charged), Hydra Blood, Nemean Lion Pelt/Smartphone, 2EZ Taser, Thunder Ball, IEDs, Shock Charges, Nano Rifle, Quadcopter, RC vehicle
Current Powers: Telepathy, Passive Health Regeneration/Critical Edge/Invisibility, Dead Silence
Currency: $1,400/$2,200/$50
Direct Mention:
Woods: Anubis Haz.
Sophitia: Anubis Haz. , Jonathan T The Man With No Name , Jerome Sleek
Marcus: N/A
Indirect Reference:
Woods: None
Sophitia: Archer P.y.r.a.m.i.d
Marcus: N/A