Clusterfrag

Four enforcers dive for cover behind low-ferrocrete walls. The kiosk gate--a massive, carbon-titanium affair--slides shut, preventing Firestarter's escape.

Behind the cover of the door, Max fires on the most visible enforcer he can see.

Doc swings the bulldog hard hard left into a parking spot surrounded by other vehicles along the wall.

"We've got to get that gate open! Use the vehicles as cover!" He shouts. He throws the door open, and hops out, taking cover behind a family station wagon.

Doc sights in on the most alert looking enforcer, and fires a burst.

(( Enforcer 4 ))

Doc's bursts rip across the half-wall and fill the air with ferrocrete dust, but fail to hit any targets.

Enforcer #4 props his assault rifle barrel on the ferro-crete and squeezes off two bursts at Doc.
(( 2P DAMAGE! ))

Doc winces as a bullet penetrates his armor and bites into his shoulder.
The second burst riddles an Americar behind Doc.

Marlowe's fury is directed first and foremost at Enforcer 2.

(( BF, +4 DV, move onto Enforcer 3 if he dies. ))

The Enforcer dives as soon as he sees the shotgun, the slugs from which excavate huge chunks of the ferrocrete.
Max's second burst follows the Enforcer's diving roll, but fails to hit him.

(( Val's up. ))

Val guns for Enforcer 3...

Val pops out from behind the back of Eurocar Westwind and lets his FN HAR do the talkin'.
Gunfire strafes the Enforcers' cover, scattering ferrocrete debris and adding to the ever increasing fog of war.

Enforcer #3 pops up, aims, and fires a burst at the exposed Val Merrin.
Val pivots back behind the car as the side-view mirror explodes in a shower of glass and silver plastic.

(( It's Tyros' turn. ))

Tyros doesn't feel like leaving the car, and even invisible, opening the cardoor might attract some gunfire, and the last thing they need is a dead Takahara. Then who would pay them?

With a flick of his wrist (centering), Tyros send a ball of glowing yellow energy zipping into Enforcer #1 (manaball, f6).

(( 8P DAMAGE! ))

Enforcer #1 tries desperately (and in vain) to beat out the magical flames that burn his flesh.

Enforcer #1, still reeling from the effects of Tyros' spell, brandishes his assault rifles and opens fire on Max's position.
(( 2P DAMAGE! ))

A stray bullet grazes Max's hip--causing a minor wound.
The windshield of the Americar next to Max shatters, covering the elf in a deluge of harmless safety glass bits.

(( Hey Bruce Lee--you're up. ))

Max cups his hand to his wound and draws it back up. The blood on his fingers enrages the elf, and the venom in his scream is blood-curdling,

"I'M GONNA SHOW YOU YOUR FRAGGIN' INSIDES, DREKBAG!"

Nobody on the team has any reason to doubt Max's promise.

Rolling from behind cover, Sinjin lets fly his throwing knives at the nearest enforcer.

The knife stikes the enforcer, but fails to penetrate his armor.

Doc winces at his fresh wounds, and sends a burst down range at enforcer 2.

(( 9P DAMAGE! ))

Doc's first burst is good--pelting the Enforcer across his torso.

Finally gaining some traction, Doc sends a finishing volley at the now wounded enforcer.

Doc's second burst scatters more ferrocrete chunks but misses the intended target.

Max sees Enforcer 2's finger playing at his trigger with Doc in his sights. Without thinking, Max switches his focus from Enforcer 1 to Enforcer 2 and fires.

(( BF ))

(( 12P DAMAGE! ))

The Enforcer's head pops like a ripe melon and his limp body collapses against the ferrocrete barrier.

The tide of battle is turning! Max swings his shotgun to Enforcer 4, being the nearest to his previous target whose eight pound loss looks like it probably would have moved him from middle to light weight class.

Max's second burst scatters more debris across the battlefield.

(( Tyros is up. ))

Tyros redoubles his efforts to finish off Enforcer #1, casting another manabolt.
(( 6P DAMAGE! ))

Enforcer #1 falls to the ground, his body unable to take the intensity of the magical flames. He is dead.

Enforcer #4 pops up, firing a burst at Max.
Max ducks behind the Americar, which is quickly beginning to resemble plastic and steel swiss cheese. None of the enforcer's bursts hit the elf.

Max huddles behind the door in the GM and looks at Takahara, cowering in the backseat. The small Japanese scientist is shaking in fear. Max reaches a hand out and pats him on the shoulder, reassuring him,

"We're almost home, doctor! Just keep your head down!"

Redirecting, Max cocks his face toward the blown out window and shouts out,

"YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO DO A LOT BETTER THAN THAT, YOU SON OF A SLITCH!"

The bullets continue to fly. The inside of the car is dashed with an unimaginable smattering of safety glass-- tiny pebbles that look like reflective confetti.

Enforcer #3 strafes Val's position with assault rifle fire.
Val leaps behind a Nissan Nimbus, feeling a bullet whip through his coat.
Another near miss! A bullet deflates the tire next to him.

(( Val's up. ))

Val's hand goes involuntarily to his side as a flap of his open coat whips away from his body, an almost-well-placed round having caught the whiskered Kevlar weave. He grits his teeth and growls over the sound of shredding metal as three more rounds tear into the Nissan which currently serves its role as his tenuous salvation. Val dives alongside the front bumper, falling prone on the opposite side of the car, lines up a shot on his grand nemesis of the last few seconds, and squeezes the trigger twice.

(( Narrow burst on Enforcer 3, move to #4 if primary dies on first burst. ))