The rockets from Dragon's Breath didn't hit many, but the spray of fire scorched a few of the Fallen Dregs, the explosions causing them all to gather closer to the warsat. The Hive were still charging forward, a few Thralls distracted by Dorian's appearance - they began to rush towards him, despite that void grenade that he'd dropped. They shrieked and lurched away from the void energy that threatened to pull them in. A few Vandals looked over to where Dorian was, letting out a cry and hefting their guns towards him in anger. They began to move forward--
Only to have Bramen charge forward and press his Last Word up against a Vandal's head. He pulled the trigger, a stream of liquid and bits of glimmer falling from the Vandal. Bramen swiftly whirled around and did the same to the next two, spinning the barrel of his handcanon and reloading as he kept an eye out for any more incoming foes.
"New plan," he began, speaking for Dorian to hear him in his helm, "Let's spice up this wager - dregs are worth one point, vandals two, all hive are one except for those Knights - Knights and Captains are all worth 5. Loser buys drinks still."
Some thralls shrieked as they spotted the Hunter, racing towards Bramen now, brandishing their claws and gnashing their teeth. He put away his handcanon and wet is lips, hand moving towards his blade. "Excuse me a moment - I need to handle these Thralls."
His blade glinted on his hip as he grabbed it, an energy surrounding the Hunter as he leapt forward, slicing through one Thrall after the next in a Bladedance. He moved with ease and grace, cutting through the thick hide of the beasts, fluids from their bodies spraying out and covering him. It drew the attention of a few Acolytes - but they were smart enough to run towards the cave again for cover. A couple of Dregs were not - and they were caught on the wrong end of Bramen's blade.
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Only to have Bramen charge forward and press his Last Word up against a Vandal's head. He pulled the trigger, a stream of liquid and bits of glimmer falling from the Vandal. Bramen swiftly whirled around and did the same to the next two, spinning the barrel of his handcanon and reloading as he kept an eye out for any more incoming foes.
"New plan," he began, speaking for Dorian to hear him in his helm, "Let's spice up this wager - dregs are worth one point, vandals two, all hive are one except for those Knights - Knights and Captains are all worth 5. Loser buys drinks still."
Some thralls shrieked as they spotted the Hunter, racing towards Bramen now, brandishing their claws and gnashing their teeth. He put away his handcanon and wet is lips, hand moving towards his blade. "Excuse me a moment - I need to handle these Thralls."
His blade glinted on his hip as he grabbed it, an energy surrounding the Hunter as he leapt forward, slicing through one Thrall after the next in a Bladedance. He moved with ease and grace, cutting through the thick hide of the beasts, fluids from their bodies spraying out and covering him. It drew the attention of a few Acolytes - but they were smart enough to run towards the cave again for cover. A couple of Dregs were not - and they were caught on the wrong end of Bramen's blade.