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Streets of Paris
Ted roll 10, CRIT Damage done -10x2=20 Cultists 2-5 dead
Noel roll 4+1+1=6 Damage done-6 Cultist 6 dead
Sloan roll 5+1+1=7 Damage done-1 Cultist 7 dead
Prax roll 1+1+1=3 Miss
Checkers roll 4+1+1= 6 Damage done-6 Cultist 8 dead.

Having recovered from the shock, the cultists scrambled to regain control of the situation. They still have the numerical advantage. Surely they could handle these trouble makers even without the warlock. Ted had cursed his gun out, be it for poor manufacturing or Santoro not failing to keep it in the right condition. His curse seemed to have turned to prayer. He emerged from cover only for a scant few moments to take a shot at the cultists. He aimed for center mass and not only managed to hit his target, but he hit a grenade that was strapped on the cultists chest. The impact transformed into a magnificent ball of fire that engulfed a few three other cultists and promptly send their bodies flying. The resulting explosion managed to make Prax miss his shot, but it would serve to even the odds.

With a deadly precision, Noël planted another set of bullets into a cultist while Sloan moved with grace towards the next target. The cultist in the blade dancer's sight took a step back as he realized the machine was coming his way. In a panicked state, he failed to cover for his throat. An opening Sloan would gladly take, sending a blade right into his flesh. In the meantime, checkers shot another of the cultists through the head. More than half of them were dead now. But the others were starting to regroup.

"Heads up folks. You got backup."

Slerk roll 10. Slerk has joined the fight. Does 2 damage to cultist 9, and 8 cultist 10 killing them.

From behind one of the cultists a sewer grate is pulled open and a slimy beast emerges into the daylight for the first time in who knows how many years. He could smell the blood in the air and he needed to get a taste. With a loud gurgle, he launched himself on top of one of the cultists and started to dig into his scalp. The man screamed in terror, while his friend shrieked and and fell backwards. Slerk would use the falling man as a jump pad and land right on top of the woman and dig into her flesh. These two were tastier.

Heilwyn roll 7. Heilwyn has joined the fight. Hits cultist 11 and 12 9 and 4 damage, killing them.

The mass of enemies did nothing to stop Heilwny as he rampaged through the streets and it would do nothing to stop him from getting to the team. The roar of the engine of the troop transport intensified as it neared them. Either through the whims of fortune or his own skills, the big man threaded the needle and drove the cumbersome vehicle down the alley, running over one of the cultists and slammed into their truck. The impact flung the enemy vehicle from where it was and send it against the wall, squishing another cultist.

The last three cultists tried to compose themselves and put up some fight.

Cultist 13 targets Noël rolls 3, Misses
Cultist 14 targets Heilwyn, rolls 5, does 2 damage, Heilwyn HP 48
Cultist 15 targets Prax rolls 6, does 2 damage, Prax HP 48

The trio fired in all directions. One tried to hit Noël, but missed entirely due to shaky hands. Heilwyn and Prax both took shots, but the bullets impacted their armor before they could do any real damage.

"Finish them." Prax gave one more order.
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Hotel Shangri-La
Val's roll 1+1 (Surprise) = 2

William ducked under the bottle as it came sailing its way. The solialite noticed Val trying to tackle him and dodged out of the way. Even with the element of surprise, she didn't get an upper hand on him. A devious smile formed on his face. "I see you're trying to protect Josephine, but why the rush?" With a swift motion he pulled on his coat and tore it off his body like it was made of paper. "Why not have some fun?" Tattoos dotted his body and glowed with an eerie light. He was not just another cultist. Val's own nature allowed her to quickly sniff out where exctly that was coming from. William was imbued with demonic power. He was gifted with something terrible.
Cult Leutenant William LeTrott -15HP
Special Ability: Charmed- William can pull an NPC to his aid using his charms for 2 turns
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Zenith Paris arena
Zendry roll 4. Doesn't do visible damage.
M's counter attack roll 3. Doesn't do any damage.

The demon charged at M and took him off his feet, raming him through the wall. It was thin enough for them both to break through and slam into the one behind it. The void entity didn't give a hint of the collision slowing him down as he kept sneering. He managed to raise a leg and push Zendry off of him. This only seemed to annoy the demon as they went for another attack, slaming a fist into the wall behind M. The entity managed to move away just in time. He admired the dent in the wall for half a second before he went on the offensive of his own.

The two traded blows down the corridor leading to the stage. M's hits being blocked by a now focused Zendry. The entity looked to his right and noticed that some humans weren't smart enough to flee once they heard the commotion. He pushed the demon back and reached to repeat the same trick he had before with the drummer. The roadie screamed as his flesh and bones were transformed into throwing axes. M began to toss them towards Zendry, with the flimsy weapons being parried away.

Eventually he would notice that they had fought all the way to the center of the stage and like the ones before, a lot of people had chosen to remain inside. He instantly knew why. The attack was already underway. They were panicked and scared. His snarl changed to a sadistic smile.

"You have an audience! Lets give them the show they paid for!" He raised a foot and slammed it down on the stage floor. The equipment and lights came to life as if they were commanded. "Lets play the classics!" He spread his arm leaving himself open for another strike.
 


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How long had she been standing here?

Kiriko's eyes blinked as they adjusted to the new environment she was in. Looking down at herself, she was dressed not in her usual clothes, but a deep blue uniform decorated with tactical gear. A quick look around showed that others were dressed similarly like her. One of those officers was right next to her, but if Kiriko was understanding everything correctly, they were actually someone like her. One of these "Plumbers".

Instinctively, her hands reached towards her back, attempting to grasp the handle of her sword which no longer resided there. Instead, she was armed with a shotgun, currently loaded with rubber bullets. Should she need it, there were slugs and buckshot shells. There were also several cylindrical objects attached to her chest, with pins at the top. Smoke and gas grenades, clearly marked as such.

Kiriko was more than happy to let her partner take the lead. What was his name again? Heilwyn? Hadrian? Regardless, she was close by him as they took control over the armored truck that was stationary nearby. That was when things really started picking up. Kiriko looked up at the pillars of light that had appeared. Her attention returned to Heilwyn, who was already getting into the driver's seat of the armored truck. Her eyes caught sight of handles along the sides of the vehicle, and she grabbed on, climbing up to the roof and held on as Heilwyn sped away to where they needed meet with the others. She could feel each bump and bounce with each body that was mercilessly mowed down by Heilwyn, but she made no comment.

A majority of the enemies that were attacking the group had been dealt with, and now alone three remained. Whether or not she heard Prax's order, Kiriko knew a fight when she saw one. She jumped off from the roof of the truck, landing gracefully on the ground and gripped her shotgun. She quickly cycled out two of the shells, loading the slugs into the tube. She racked the weapon and fired, aiming at the chest of each of the cultists.

 
The roar of the armoured transport screamed through the tight alleyway, hemmed into shape by the high brick walls like a tidal wave. Then came a crash as the anti-riot police vehicle impacted the cultist's pilfered truck. It was sent back, hitting the far wall. One of the rioters caught by the flung vehicle, vanished immediately between the weight of the steel bones and the solid wall behind him. A thick cloud of dust and glass blew out, shards glinting like stars beneath the light.

The driver's door swung outwards, Heilwyn disembarked. He shut the door behind him with a crack, but just as he raised his foam pistol, he felt the impact of a hard round to his chest then the alley resounded with gunfire. He braced himself as the round shattered upon the plates of his armour, but not impeding the force rippling through his body. He grit his teeth, jaw locked as the surge of adrenaline deadened the sting of pain.

He holstered his foam pistol, drawing his baton and shield. Heilwyn charged at them, shield up, ready to deliver a brutal strike to the nearest cultist.
 
Ted couldn't believe that his shot managed to actually do something, prompting him to look at his gun in a "how in the hell did you do that" sort of way. He snuck back into cover as he watched the others do as they did, before backup arrived. The enemy had been thinned down to just three, and Prax gave the command to finish them off. He popped out of cover one last time to take his shot.
 
It was a quick dismount and hell in the form of a shotgun barrel was unleashed on the cultists. Making sure to cycle off from the non-lethal rubber bullets, Kiriko unloaded a slug straight into one of the trio, sending him flying backwards into the alleyway trash. Heilwyn's charge caught the second cultist as it picked him off the ground and pinned him against the wall. The final cultist had the good instinct to try and run, but Ted's uncertainty and hesitation didn't prevent him from shooting him in the back. The coast was clear.

"Excellent work everyone!" Prax quickly paced towards the transport that Heilwyn and Kiriko had brought wit them. "Good call on procuring us a vehicle. Looks sturdy enough." Any visible damage was only superficial. "Come on, we can get to Val quicker." The now reinforced team of Plumbers climbed on board the vehicle, finding their seats, except for Slerk or the current Terrare. The seats weren't exactly built for a fish creature to sit in and not slip off on the floor. To help him keep balance for the trip, Checkers gripped his hand. It wasn't the best solution, but it would work for the moment.

The engine roared to life as Heilwyn had assumed his position again as the designated driver and stepped on the gas. The armored vehicle made a turn, knocking the cultist van away and sped off out of the alleyway they were in. The streets had descended to madness as the police had begun their clashes with the cult. Firefights had broken out all across the city, but judging from the radio chatter the tide was slowly turning in favor of the authorities.

"All units, this is Central, stand your ground for now. The terrorist attacks seem to be a distraction. We are still not sure for what, so be on the lookout for-" Lightning began to strike the rooftops and the thunder boomed enough to shatter windows and set off alarms. The earth began to rumble beneath, causing the team to stop. From a distance, they could see a pillar of light shoot up into the sky, then a second, a third and so on until it would dawn on them that they had formed a circle, with one pillar seemingly missing where they had just finished their skirmish.

Whatever implications that would have for their future, would remain an answer for another time as the sky began to twist away from the circle, forming a giant empty space above the city. Then it opened. The vast darkness above was an eyelid that revealed a hateful gaze down to the earth beneath it.

'Merda! What is that?"

"I dont know... an eye! God what the Hell is that?"

"Did the terrorists do this?"

"Dont be stupid, how the fuck can they?"

The radio-waves turned to panic as the once stalwart defenders now faced an extreme shift in the balance. From the eye's iris, winged serpents began to pour and slither their way across the air and down in the city. From their scales smaller creatures sprung and descended on the rooftops and streets.

"Prax, the demon invasion..."

'Dex, we can see that!" The commander cut him off "We still have to get to Val and find that Outsider."

"Keep your current route to reinforce miss Val'sharra. The energy spike is masking the Outsider's location, but the target is going to be the artifact at Palais Garnie, where Kher'as is currently halping with the defense. Link and book it to straight to their location by any means necessary to aid. This timeline needs the artifact to survive."

Heilwyn stepped on the gas as soon as Tex finished briefing them. The GPS leading them to their destination and the radio crackling with activity. The police were overwhelmed by the demonic invaders and Central was scrambling to get a hold of the situation. After a minute they heard that the military was being organized to move. How the counter-offensive goes is something beyond their mission for now.

The armored car dodged and weaved debris and projectiles thrown by the flying demons, while also ramming through groups of remaining cultists and front line troops. Soon the Plumber team would make their first stop. The Hotel Shangri La. Despite the invaders, the security detail and local police had managed to form a cohesive defensive line leading to the hotel itself. There was no telling how long it would last, so the team had to get in quick to extract their team-mate and any information she may have recovered.

Before they could do that, they had to break through the combined offensive by the demons and cultists that was currently assaulting the barricades.
 
Popping out of cover, Ted kept his eye on the enemy, and indiscriminately fired at the guy who was running away. Thankfully, the shot didn't miss, allowing him to figuratively breath a sigh of relief. Despite it all, they had made it out of that situation, and quickly ushered himself into the armored truck Heilwyn and Kiriko drove in, giving both a nod of thanks.

As they drove out, Ted sat in trebidation on how things were going to escalate, only to curse those thoughts as things seemed to instantly get worse the moment he thought that. Looking out the small windows in the back, the android watched how shit began just going down, and turned his sight down to his lap, as he wondered what situation he has ended up in. Only upon hearing yelling from the radio did he turned his sight back to the eye that had formed, watching the enemy descending. Ted got slammed into his seat as Heilwyn stepped on the gas, which made him realize he should double-check his handgun.

Soon, they arrived at their stop, and Ted watched just as the others did at the offensive the hotel security and police were facing. With his check complete, he allowed the others to step out first, knowing it would be better to follow their act first. The guys they faced earlier were one thing, this was another.
 
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Red hot frustration spread out on Val's face as she was deflected by William like a toreador leading a bull. Skidding to a halt, she took a second to recover, loosening her tie as it was now evident William was not merely some posh new money boy. What is going on here?!? Val growled internally, her mind racing to figure out how this guy was reading her like an open book. Is he actually a secret ascetic, honed by years of practice? A ninja in garish clothes, the ultimate disguise? Or is he a trained assassin, like- Whatever her final thought was was cut short as William stood defiant, mocking her futile attempts to attack before tearing his clothing asunder, the rags nearly exploding to pieces in a demonstration of the power he now wielded. If her horns had still been on her head they'd be ringing in sympathetic resonance from the waves of demonic energy emanating from the sigils literally carved into his body, but even without them it was obvious the caliber of opponent she now faced.

Oh Creator damnit. This wasn't good; If she was having trouble with William before he'd unleashed his true power, she didn't want to know how she'd fare against him with her current efforts. She needed to even the playing field, and fast. The crackle of radio chatter on her ear piece had signaled that the team had broken through the initial cult group they'd come across and were headed her way, but the crack of lightning and monstrous screams following indicated they weren't going to have long to deal with her situation. It was time to escalate.

For a second Val thought about going to her gun, but despite the calamity beginning to take place outside the hotel lobby and bar themselves were still quick packed, likely due to its denizens lack of desire to get mixed up in whatever nonsense was going on outside of their walls. Any stray shots would inevitably meet an unintended fleshy backstop, and that was about the last thing she needed at the moment. Guess I'm going to have to go old fashioned, then, she decided, reaching to the back of her belt to withdraw the collapsable baton she was carrying. "All right William, you want some fun, I'll give you some fun." The baton sprang out to its full length with a satisfying CHUNK and she held it chambered high, ready to strike.

"It's New Years Eve. Let's party, scumbag." With a flurry of footsteps, she charged and swung the baton in a tight arc, it's metallic tip aimed square for William's temple.
 
Slerk's mouth was wet with the blood of the bad men, with bits of their flesh clinging in between the rigid and sharp teeth that made up the form he currently inhabited. They were certainly tasty, but food was only second on his mind as a fighting instinct gripped his body. Normally for a creature like him, he would have been inclined to hide in the depths to wait out the danger while the adults dealt with the problem or kept them safe. But here... he was learning to move beyond his own biological programming; the hard-wiring in his brain that was instinct had changed dramatically, especially with the influence of this whole venture. His instinct now told him to keep fighting and killing, but the problem arose as to where to direct this newfound bloodlust and violence.

And so he instead followed those he was familiar with, managing to cling aboard on the outside of the armoured vehicle as it sped off to its next destination. To the people in the streets, seeing such a gross creature on the surface just compounded the fears and panic that was collectively shared among them whilst the world around them seemingly went to hell. As the vehicle came to a halt, Slerk's glossy and wet eyes trailed over to the warm bodies of the cultists and demons that were now assaulting the hotel. It was them, the bad guys that he had been eating and killing before.

But on his instinct, he knew that going for the jugular of the closest bad-man nearby would probably get him hurt. It was his body's way of telling him to do something else...

...

...

...

As the creature looked on, making sure to keep its body - save its head - out of danger to observe, a new thought came to his head.

Inside.

And so, rather than fighting, Slerk ran off into a nearby shop to try to circumvent the outside fighting altogether and get into the hotel itself!
 
Riding along with the team, Sloan set her sights on the aerial demons, knowing that she was one of the best equipped to handle them. "Aerial targets mine," she declared. Before the armored personnel carrier had even begun to stop, the Steel Dancer had already deployed, hitting the road at high speed at the same time its jets fired up to maintain that momentum and reduce the friction that was currently sending sparks from its feet. Within less than a second, the robot had left the pavement behind, fins extending and deflecting from its hips and head to guide airflow as it arced skyward.

From afar, the Steel Dancer looked like a rocket - that is to say, nothing to an observer's eye but a blur of burning orange - but the moment Sloan reached one of the winged serpents, the hue shifted to a brutal crimson. She had fired the afterburners and simply punched her way through the body of the first, emerging from the envelop of flesh and blood with the force of a sonic boom. With a turn, she deployed a blade and began to descend towards another, eventually slicing through it as she glided back toward the ground. With one more flash of orange, Sloan set down in front of the hotel, cracking the sidewalk from the impact as blood and guts from two demons rained around her.

She flicked her blade with superhuman force, cleaning the blade with centripetal force alone before scanning for her next target.
 
Well, looks like all Hell has broken loose. Seen this half a dozen times, and it's never any different.

Noël shifted in their seat, flicking an empty magazine from the M1911 in their hand and seating a fresh one inside to replace it. They glanced back when they heard Sloan mention they were taking on the aerial targets. Good. Less need to look up.

"Let's rock." muttered Noël, before bailing out of the armored truck and darting straight into the crowd of hostile cultists at the barricades. The demons were the larger threat, of course, but you still have to cut down the chaff too.

The first cultist they came upon was met with a brutal mace strike to the back of the head, Noël having summoned the vicious melee weapon while en route. As his closest ally spun about, having heard the sickening crack, he was met with a gunshot straight to his right eye. The forty-five caliber pistol was being run like a proper workhorse. Noël would continue on, massacring a handful of cultists with a mix of medieval and modern violence before directing their attention to their infernal 'kin'. They needed to save a few for the others, of course. Not be a one-demon army.

As the first demon charged Noël, the mace in their hand vanished in a flash of light. It wasn't long before it was replaced by the sawed off shotgun on their back, drawn over their shoulder and pointed towards the demon's head as it ran at them. A thunderous THOW cracked through the air, as both barrels of the infernal weapon fired. The demon's head (and most of their upper torso) were torn to shreds by the pellets blasted at it, resulting in a shower of blood and meat that pelted everything behind it.

The recoil made Noël slide backwards a few inches, the shotgun shifting to point upwards towards the sky quite violently. A flick of their thumb opened the breach, sending the spent shells flying out. They were quickly replaced by fresh ones from Noël's belt, and the weapon was shut with a slap.

Fuck, I need to work out more. That hurt a little.
 
With Sloan, Noël, and co. rushing in, Ted kept to the back, trying to avoid accidentally shooting his allies by firing at the enemy's backline. He manages to get a few of the cultists in the chest before needing to reload, at which point one of the front line soldiers noticed his firing and rushed towards the truck.

With their eyes locked, Ted rushed to gun down the soldier, before managing to slow them down by firing into their eye. In response, they threw their shield in his general direction, which barely missed him and hit the truck instead. With a few more shots, he was able to finally kill the bastard. Looking down at the shield, he thought it might be good to have just in case, so he took it with as he continued making potshots at the enemy.
 

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