1824/Bullet of Bullets: Amalie vs Karian

Bullet of Bullets: Amalie vs Karian
Date of Scene:	17 March 2015
Location:	Gun Gale Online
Synopsis:	The Bullet of Bullets preliminary matches! Amalie versus Karian, two heavy armor, heavy weapon specialists duke it out in a battle of endurance and destruction!
Cast of Characters:	395, Karian Icefang, 649

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Sinon (649) has posed:
    The Bullet of Bullets preliminaries are on and rolling! You all know how it goes. The two competitors get a virtual environment of some stripe and unique terrain make-up to do their fighting fun in. You managed to make it through- at least one round has been seperating the newbies and no-hopers from the dedicated blasters.

    Smile for the camera; these preliminaries are going out live on video game streaming platforms and MMO internal clients.

    The venue for your match is...

        AN EIGHTIES FAIRY TALE
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eln48BCELk

    At some indeterminate point before the turn of the 20th century, the time is tonight and tonight is what it means to be young. There's tiny rain drops spitting in the air and a pleasant warmth to the air, and evening draws in as the lights go up in the city. The bands wear leather and the hair is outrageous, but someone's pulled a gun and the cops'll soon be a'callin'...

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Karian made his way onto the scene armed up for war, then again that's how he always looked. He narrowed his one good eye, looking over the terrain and mentally plotted out how he planned to move and demonstrate just how good he really was.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    There there, it's okay no-hopers. Amalie is in the lobby area awaiting her match at first, serving tea to some weeping try-hard that got knocked out in the first round, with a smile. Someone is working on earning herself a fan-base it seems, while waiting for her next round.
    "Yes, yes, there there, we can't win them all." She chirrups with a beaming smile and a pat pat on the loser's shoulder.
    When the announcement sounds off that her round is about to begin however, the battle maid is instantly all business.
    "Oh, please excuse me, I have someone to kill now."
    She excuses herself, swapping from her RP gear to her PvP armor and equipment; a much heavier armored maid dress, SMG holstered at her side, and heavy machinegun in hand.
    As soon as she's teleported to the battleground, the maid's smile is one of ice. A killer's assured lip-pursed smile as she unslings her ballistic shield off her back.
    She picks up a tin can off the ground. "Halloooo." The eyepatched maid calls out. "I will throw this can up. When it hits the ground, we draw, yes?"

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Karian looks over and simply grins. "Sounds fair to me." He says. On his back sat a large LMG, and a pair of powerful pistols hidden in leg holsters waited for his draw. Though, years of war have taught the wolf lord one thing, always suspect a trap. Even so, he was going to play along.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    Testing the can's light wight in hand a bit, Amalie at least gives a professional curtsey before the can goes up. A straight path to the skies- it actually goes frighteningly high due to a high strength stat, before it begins the parabolic curve downwards from the pull of the game's artificial gravity.
    Thing is...
    Amalie already has her gun ready.
    The lower edge of her shield slams into the ground with an audible WHUNK and she's already hunkered behind it, using the heavy slab of black metal as cover rather than the environment itself.
    To her credit, she actually DOES wait for the CLANK of the can hitting the ground before squeezing the trigger of her MG42, the old World War 2 era heavy machinegun suddenly spitting in a furious roar. Fast enough that individual bullets can't even be heard, just a lour 'HRRRRRRRRRRR!' that explains why the old gun earned its name as 'Hitler's Buzzsaw'.

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Karian kinda expected this outcome, but he was glad that he let it play out. Diving to the side, he somehow only managed to get one bullet hole in his coat. Course, Alamie showed hers, and Karian planned to show his. Hefting the MG249 onto whatever he could for cover, he let it bark out it's retort to the MG42 in the only language it understood, lead...and lots of it.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    And immediately it's a firefight. A chattering hail of high ordinance rounds spitting back and forth in an impenetreble crossfire that would make anyone think twice of trying to get between the two heavy weapons specialists.
    Bullets spang and ricochet off that square wall of black steel, denting and plinking off the maid's shield in a withering display that would be infinitely intimidating for anyone else behind cover that isn't infallible.
    One bullet punches clean through the shield eventually, a jerk of the maid's head aside spares her the heavy damage of impact as it cuts across her cheek in an angry red line.
    She is not deterred.
    Lifting the edge of her shield enough to walk, she remains hunkered behind it, beginning a hustled gait that starts taking her TOWARDS Karian rather than the direction of safer cover as she holds her finger on the trigger, unleashing a withering suppressive hail.

Karian Icefang has posed:
    KArian, for his part, was surprised by the strength of Amalie, moving such a shield like that. But he wasn't going to make this easy. He waiting until he was in the right position, and then took off. Moving from cover to cover, he squeezed off more controlled bursts at the shield itself. his simple intent was to hit a point enough time to punch through it.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    Every impact is a ringing protest. That shield can stand up to a lot, and it's amazing against mobs. But the focused fire of a PC presents an issue. Rather than a wilde fire hail, Karian's attempts to actually batter the shield down can end up being a problem, and it is one Amalie recognizes-- and respects.
    That's why the hop might come as a surprise.
    A sidewards LEAP, using her high strength build to carry her as far as she can, she jerks to her left in a sudden jink that carries her behind a larger piece of more natural cover, to let the stresses on her shield slowly reduce.
    The issue might come in the tiny ~plink~.
    And the small black object that goes sailing overhead, before hitting the ground with a clank-clank.
    A practiced soldier with several centuries under his belt like Karian will certainly recognize the form of a grenade, happily ticking away as it bounces along the ground.

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Karian growls as he spots the grenade come in. "Well played.." He grumbles as he rises up and starts running. He leaps over some cover as well, of course at the cost of his main gun. Down his heavy weapon, he pulls his pistols and reaches onto his belt. He pulls a pair of grenades and throws one at each possible place Alamie could be hiding.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    The clink-clink of counter-grenading is hard to miss. Especially when one lands by Amalie's foot. "Oh dear."
    But instead of trying to get away... She rapidly counts down the ticking seconds in her head.
    The standard grenade has a five second fuse... Four... Three... Two...
    At the last second, the maid jumps. But she doesn't try to get away from it. Instead, as she takes to the air, she plants her boots on her shield, landing on the explosive with the durable ballistic plating between her and the ticking time bomb under her feet.
    It goes off with a muffled KRUMP, all of the concussive force erupting outwards and into the shield and Amalie's legs. The result launches her SKY HIGH, HP taking another notch from the shock of the maneuver as she rides the explosion upwards, SURFING on her shield through the air and propping her machinegun on her knee, firing it ALL THE WAY BACK DOWN as she aims her impromptu sky-sailing to try and -land- on Karian with all her weight and all of her bullets.

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Karian watches this and nods approvingly. Though when she comes down, Karian moves to catch and imitate professional wrestling with a Suplex. Though he quickly moves away if that fails, and fires with his pistols.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    INCOMING.
    All that weight and armor coming down would probably make a lesser man quail, but Karian is ballsy enough to try and suplex the maid. And it works in a way, earning an undignified grunt from the eyepatched roleplayer as her HP takes a sound knocking from the sudden and bodily SLAM to the ground as her impetus is turned against her.
    But she rolls with the impact displaying the ability to take a blow in a way that says she might know how to take such ass-kicking blows out in the real world.
    Her face is a rictus of a grin now, though as those pistols go off, she does something unorthodox.
    She swings her shield out.
    It is a haymaker of a swipe, with enough force and backed by a way too pumped up STR stat to not only try and swipe Karian's aim off, but with full intent to BASH him clean off his feet if she can.

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Karian's smacked off his feet, but as he falls lets the pistols roar again. He rolls to the side and back to his feet, only to charge full-bore at the maid, and with the intent to ram her through a wall.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    As soon as Karian hits the ground, Amalie actually drops her MG42. By now the ammo belt is mostl spent, and taking the time to reload in the middle of a melee would probably cost her way too dearly. Thusly, the sudden impact that smashes her through the wall when Karian rises is met... And returned. Red pock-marks appear on her armor where bullets impact, but she grits her teeth. And uses her head.
    Literally.
    Reeling her head back- and then forward in a sudden headbutt with full intent to connect her forehead with the space wolf gamer's.

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Karian oof's as he feels the headbutt, and smirks. "I'd almost think you were someone I trained." He says. Of course, the space wolf was a great melee fighter. He threw a solid punch for Alamie's gut, and moved to put her through another wall. "Not exactly a gunfight, but a good show."

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    his has gone from a gunfight to a brawl, and the regal and dignified maid has turned into some kind of wild beast after that headbutt. Another grunt from the impact to her gut and she reaches for both of the other heavy gunner's shoulders. Her intent is pretty simple as her back smashed through the wall.
    Once OUT THE OTHER SIDE, she slams her boots to the ground, anchoring herself before twisting, a forceful shove and it's like trying to hip-throw a bull, panting as she reaches for her SMG- a 50 round p90, and she one hands it; squeezing the trigger to try and empty the magazine into Karian's center of mass point blank.
    "Hrmph! Self-trained here, mon-ami."
    She really needs to work on that French RP accent, though.

Karian Icefang has posed:
5tKarian grimmaces, but he moves in order to take the shots to the chest. He holds his chest, but shakes it off. "Not bad at all." He says. His own accent was thick, and too well spoken to be RP'ed (mix of norse dialects). Though he takes the option and delivers his 'signature' melee move. He modifies it to be more close range, but it pretty much was a Shoryuken.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    In a fight between two behemoth clad players, there are only two possible outcomes. One manages to out-armor the other, get the upper hand, and win. Or a stalemate occurs, as niether can manage to pierce the unflappable defences of the other. Between high strenght thats, immense armor, loads, heavy, weapons, and apparently completely unorthodox melee skills...
    Karian and Amalie are fairly evenly matched.
    The solid impact of a full on spinning flying uppercut actually staggers her, HP, dropping precipitously into the dangerous red zone as a result.
    So then why is she smiling?
    Competitive spirit must run strong in America, as she makes to grab onto Karian's shoulder's and hold them. Before tilting her head down to indicate the grenade on the ground between them, happily ticking at the pair's boots.

Karian Icefang has posed:
    Karian looks down at the ground and tries to move, but when a fellow behemoth uses your shoulders as a perch, it's difficult. Sadly there was no avoiding the explosion. Tossed into the nearby wall, and effectively out of the fight, the wolf lord smirks. "Not bad at all....Drinks are on me, later. Only way to commemorate this." And then he's out.

Amalthea (395) has posed:
    "Sorry. I am a bad loser, non~?" Still, she ends it with a smile, when the drinks are offered on KArian's coin.
    Then the grenade goes off.
    The sudden eruption of concussive force and fragmentation launches her backwards as well, breaking her grip on the wolf-gamer as she crashes into a wall of her own and leaves a maid-shaped crater. She manages to flash a thumbs up from one white-gloved hand before she too erupts in a flash of red pixels.

    D-D-DOUBLE KO.