Durus throws a haymaker at the wounded soldier. Hoping to finish the fight quickly.
All out attack:
Power attack DC: 30
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Durus laughs off the soldiers attack and presses with his own. All out attack: Power attack DC: 30
Durus charges S U 16-1. Sending tremors throughout the structure as his feet pound the floor. charging all out attack: Power Attack damage DC: 30
Durus chuckles at Collider's naivety. "Were they using blanks on us?" Durus questions, "Would it be better he got some shots off at us first? I can take that hit can you?" Durus takes the lead and opens the door ahead saying, "Come on. Lets get this done. I don't want to miss American Idol tonight."
Durus shifts over to the left guard with his hands lifted above his head. Once in position he slams his fists down upon the guard with no sense of defense for himself. All out Attack: Power attack damage DC: 30
"It would be best if you grab onto me and not the other way around Collider," Durus says with a smile, "We don't want a repeat of our first day on the job"
Durus shrugs off the unpleasantness of teleporting with a quiet grunt. He watches Collider scout ahead while unslinging his rifle while going prone. Using the scope to try and scan into windows of the buildings ahead while forgetting to flip up the lens cap. After a few moments Durus gets frustrated and exclaims "what is wrong with this thing? I can see nothing!" He then throws the rifle over to Arc and Buckshot. "Maybe one of you can make more use of this than I?"
Durus looks at the new response from the mysterious client. His eyes lighting up at the set of numbers. "They are coordinates, longitude and latitude" Durus steps behind the computer and sets to Googling the numbers. The keyboard creaking ominously with each key press. He raises an eyebrow at the result, "Either of you speak Czech?"
Durus considers for a moment "Whats in it for us? Tell them to make an offer"
Durus follows behind clicking in his Italian leather boots "You know that food will kill you," he chides while sitting down to his salad, "any business come in?"
Durus checking in. Ready to smash a fool. |