2018.05.13:ClashOfThreeArmies

Clash of Three Armies
The Wyrm jumps the Weaver and then the Garou jump what's left.
IC Date	May 13th, 2018
IC Time	Evening
Players	George(st), Journey, Billy, Dragomir, Brooke,Cypha, Furio
Location	The middle of nowhere
Prp/Tp	Triatic Tango
Spheres	Gaian Garou
Theme Song	Redlight King - Born to Rise [1]

It is a hot day in the hills out in the middle of nowhere. George got word through various means about a truck of military hardware getting shipped through the area that had some weaver spirits and bane spirits both excited. As a rule he finds this less than good so he puts together a team and here they are. George is pointing at the ribbon of road about a quarer mile away "So more warning would have been useful but the truck will be coming down that stretch of road in about twenty minutes. The spiral pack is about a half a mile off, on the opposite side of the road from us. I'm thinking we let them jump the union operatives and get torn up a bit before we stomp them flat?"

DAMN THIS HEAT! DAMMIT! Cypha is loaded down with water bottles and canteens and a little spray mister. Nothing else. Just clothes. She's still a LITTLE BIT red from the LAST time she was in the desert. Mutter mutter But she comes, willingly.

Journey lays on his stomach, looking at the battlesite, nodding, eyes changed, appearing like some raptor for a moment as he surveys. "The battle will tell us all we needed to know about their abilities, and we can strike in surprise and will full strength against them as they become weakened." He nods, looking it over, slowly, "Perfect."

Billy lies flat on his stomach as well in much the same way as Journey, looking out over the expanse of nowhere and the road down yonder, but not with hawk eyes. Instead, he's just looking around, gauging the terrain like a soldier out on the field, figuring out kind of where the BSDs will likely ambush from, a likely route to back bite them when they're weak, how long it'd take to get from point a to point b, and so on. All that spiffy military science shit.

Fury is dressed out in his paramilitary tactical gear. LED studs winking at his temples, chomping the end of an unlighted cigar as he focuses on the air directly in front of his eyes. "Eva, I want the numbers for the geometry coverin' a two kilometer square." He reaches out with his right hand and makes a tap-tap-slide motion. "Begin exodimensional oscillation." The smart ring on his hand begins strobing an LED, his eyes flicker back and forth. "I see the Spirals," he growls. He points off in the proper direction. "I'm readin'..." Chomp chomp. "Three spirals an'... looks like... twelve fomori. Packin' serious heat. They's all in Gaiaspace. Got another Dancer Umbraside with... three Banes." He draws his Beretta 9 mil from his shoulder holster, taps it and makes an exploding gesture with his hand. "Tactical protocols. An' add in the data for a subquantum interlace. These fuckers wanna play hardball? I'll fuckin' -play-."

Journey listens to the numbers, and checks, "Okay they're going to move on the convoy, and when that happens we'll have a solid view on them moving in. We watch for the moment, get ready when they move, and hit on the fly, forming our plans to their battle." He looks to Billy, "Sun Tsu would approve, what do you think?"

Cypha gets down on the ground too, sipping from one of her water bottles. She's watching, both this side and all the others, her eyes sort of glazed over just a touch as she concentrates. "What will you have me do?" the girl asks softly. She doesn't question anyone's presence, just hangs out quietly

Billy nods his head sagely at Journey and says, "So much for safe return." in a proper Art of War style pseudo quote. "See that bush there that sort of looks like Mickey Mouse mooning a goat? THat's likely the path they'll use to hit their target, from here it looks like it affords best line of sight and cover for them, and least for their target. If we bank farther left, over by that hill with the rock that looks like a rude finger gesture, we can skirt around their back trail while their fighting and they won't suspect much from the way the come. If the wind stays as it is now, we should manage to stay down wind and avoid tipping our position. That ought to afford us a pretty good surprise blitz." Despite being sure about all of that, he looks to Journey for agreement or not, since he's Billy's alpha.

Fury makes a couple of gestures, tracing out an intricate design over the gun in his hand. A moment later, he nods his head, holstering the weapon. "The Techs are still outside my sensin' range," he says. "But I wouldn' be suprised if they was packin' silver. I'll be able to tell for sure once they's in range." He listens to Billy, glancing over at the areas he mentions. He peers, squinting a bit beneath the brim of his hat. "Hunh. Whaddaya know? It -does- look like someone flippin' the bird," he mutters around his cigar.

Journey listens to Billy, nodding. "If they do something to counter the Spirit force, thicken the gauntlet or the like cutting them off, we can handle that later, but if they bring in the umbral force, then we can hit all of it at once." He nods, thinking and looking around, "Yep, that's the approach."

Cypha's eyes tick around to each person as they speak and she clears her throat. "Should I remain like this for now, then? Or shall I take to the air after the lot of you start the ambush?"

George glances over to Cypha "Stay small for now, when the party starts you can give them the worst surprise of the rest of their lives. They won't be expecting you at all."

Cypha can't help but giggle, even in such a serious situation and she starts set the water bottles aside, though she hugs a frozen one to her chest.

"Thank you, sir." Billy says, and rewards himself for being a Very Good Boy by pulling out a tightly plastic wrapped lump from his pocket, unwrapping it down low where the glint off the plastic won't be seen, and feeding himself a piece of bacon. And, since we're ALL very good boys, he asks, "Anyone want a pre-battle bacon bit? Man, I wish we'd had these in 'Nam."

Journey smiles and takes the bacon bit, chewing on it, nodding, "Okay, so, I think till something happens, we're good unless there's any extended prep anyone needs." He stretches his limbs, "We should be able to see the Dancers getting charged for the battle through your scans Furio, correct?"

Fury shakes his head. "Nah, m' good, thanks Billy. Maybe later." He looks back to the others. "They's probably gonna have someone Awakened in that van. I should be able to pick 'em out if they start usin' Code. Once they do, I'll pinpoint 'em an' see if I can lock 'em down so you's guys can rip 'im a new one."

"Where is Nam?" Cypha asks quietly, reaching out to take the offered bacon and chomping it happily. Meat. Mmmmmm. She turns to look at Furio and then back to the others. She shifts slightly from where she's at and sips down her water.

Journey lifts a hand, "Oh, Furio, not immediately, let them have at the Dancers a little. Take some time to analyze their work before you screw with them when WE hit." He nods, smiling slightly. Looking to Cypha, "Long way to the west of here."

"Vietnam is many and many miles to the west, across the Specific Ocean." Billy says, making sure everyone that wants some gets a little bit of bacon before tightly wrapping the stuff up and tucking it into his pocket again. "Costal country just under China. Very pretty, lots and lots of jungle, but it sure does rain a whole bunch. It's a very soggy place."

George totally took some bacon and enjoyed it as the group gets ready for the enemy to get started. Bacon is never wrong. Staring across the way absently "I might not even unpack the sniper rifle."

Fury nods to Journey. "Yeah I gotcha," he says. "I'd rather they be workin' on the Spirals 'stead of us." He turns his gaze back to the air, studying his invisible digital interface. "They gotta be gettin' here soon, it's almost go time," he mutters.

Cypha's eyes light up at Billy's words and she nods. "I do like the rain and the soggy places," she admits. "I'll have to visit one day." But then she falls quiet, because there are THINGS TO EA----to kill. We don't EAT the fomori, Cypha. THey give you bellyaches. REMEMBER THE LAST TIME?!

Journey looks to Cypha and Billy, nodding and waiting for the signal of the approaching vehicles to start off the action.

Fury has sat down to wait, chomping the end of his cigar. Suddenly, he leans forward, then jumps to his feet. "Got 'em," he growls. "Three trucks. One driver each, four guards..." He makes a quick gesture. "Packin'... looks like AR-15s. Silver rounds. An'..." He pauses, then draws back, eyes widening. "Jesus fuckin' Christ. HIT Marks."

Fury has sat down to wait, chomping the end of his cigar. Suddenly, he leans forward, then jumps to his feet. "Got 'em," he growls. "Three trucks. One driver each, four guards..." He makes a quick gesture. "I'm seein' pretty standard small arms. No sweat. An'..." He pauses, then draws back, eyes widening. "Jesus fuckin' Christ. HIT Marks." He leans forward again. "They's packin' silver rounds. An' probably Primium Codeblock, too. -Fuck-."

Cypha leans upright a little bit, brow arching. "I don't know these words. What are we up against, please?" So polite, so little, so freckled. So very much unarmed with her little sundress. There's a hectic note to Furio's words, though, so she takes a moment to slip out of her sundress - god, that's a lot of freckles - and she places it underneath her to sit on.. because SAND DOES NOT BELONG IN SOME PLACES and she sits, much as she was before, but more... ready.

George listens to Furio and offers a translation "Men with bits of machine added on to their flesh in a way that makes them stronger in battle and resistant to magic. Also weaver mad killing machines so there's that."

Journey listens and nods, "And they will be ambushed by the Wyrm, and we will see what happens with them.." He starts getting out rune covered water canteens. No Cypha, Journeys water. He brought some other water for her. "Okay," He looks to George, "We're almost ready."

George touches a moonstone scale on a leather cord and reaches out to touch furio on the shoulder, wrapping him in silver light "That should help some. More armor is never a bad call." Then he looks out again at the battle to come and starts martialing his own powers.

Fury nods to George. "Thanks, paisan," he says, before turning his attention back to his interface. He tenses, drawing his Beretta and chambering a round. "The Spirals are movin'! They're hittin' the trucks!"

Brooke ooks up from studying various things, as she has been here the whole time! Really! "I have some new gifts that can help I think." As she sees people prepping for battle, she will do the same.

Shaderunner transforms, taking Crinos and dropping, shuddering as his fur lenghtens and sharpens and then.. the spines turn Silver, creeping into the main mass of his form and turning him pure metal, and moving Quadripedal as he pops one canteen in his silver maw and sucks the juice out of it like a juicebax, and spits out the metal, then pops another and swallows the water within them.

Ahh. Now time to kill.

Hushed Blaze shifts to Crinos, and as her red fur grows out, it suddenly ripples into steel - with that nice black belt around her belly.

Mocks-the-Dark takes a moment and concentrates, his fur shimmers with the silver light of luna's armor the air around him starts to shimmer and shake as he starts loping closer. Not charging yet but up ahead the howls of the enemy and the sound of machine gun fire can be heard as the two enemy forces engage.

Cypha doesn't do much of anything. She sits, shifting around to be on her knees, her hands resting on her thighs and she waits, glancing over her shoulder to Brooke and then around at the others. "Would you like to wait with me, Miss Brooke? And I'll give you a lift down? We can guard the Magus until we're needed in battle, in case something attacks him here. No need to leave him vulnerable."

Shaderunner drops low and slinks silently toward Furio, silver body lightly moving low to the ground before he seems to hiss out a sound, "What do you Seee Furio?" The sound is a .. LOT eerie... Shaderunners ready to start killing people ANY fucking second now.

Hushed Blaze nods to Cypha, since she isn't sure she can communicate in Crinos to her. She is ready to go when it is their time.

Very-Good-Boy shifts to crinos as well, moving all all fours and sticking with the elders, although shying well away from Journey at the moment.

Very-Good-Boy cut himself off. Anyhoo, his fur ripples, saddled patterns becoming steely in color with a quiet chime of metal on metal sound. A vague glow of moonlight surrounds him, and his sweet jedi sword hilt waits for him on his hip.

Fury is busily watching his holographic HUD, eyes dancing back and forth. "Jesus Christ, it's like a fuckin' Cuisinart down there," he mutters. "Two fomori's down... three... -six-... four guards... one--no wait, -two- Spirals just bit it..." He leans forward, as if he were watching football and a crucial play is about to be made. Then he pumps his fist. "YES! They got one o' the HIT Marks!" He looks back over at his comrades. "Think we's ready to step in?"

Shaderunners long neck moves, muzzle silver and mumbling, "The Banes, the Umbral Dancer, what are they doing?"

Fury peers a bit closer. "They..." He leans in again. "The fuck?" He looks over his shoulder at Journey. "The Banes... they's goin' to the dead fomori an'... I dunno. It looks like they's... suckin' somethin' outta the bodies an' takin' it back to the Spiral." He looks back at the air, squinting. "I can't make out what it -is- though."

Shaderunners Silver nose twists, and he snarls, "Then that's where er start. They are not expecting Technos to have umbral defenses.."

He moves back ten feet away from the battle, out of sight, and lifts his hands, claws, splitting the air, tearing a HOLE in the Umbra, and breathing in and .. blowing.. the wind of Zephyr, the power of his call, the Air elemental gathering the forces of the entire area, every Gaian Spirit, all called to battle, to sweep up, and converge.

As the Silver Crinos releases the tear, it seals on the growing deadly windstorm brewing in the Umbra. Silence.

Cypha moves on her knees to station herself in front of Brooke, taking Brooke's hands and putting them on Cypha's shoulders and wiggling in between her feet. "When we go, I'll go fast. Hang on until I'm in the air and then you'll find that you're in a comfortable spot. Just dig your heels in and if you need to shift, your weight won't affect me." Too big. Even a crinos is insignificant.

Hushed Blaze places her larger now furry hands on Cypha's shoulders, and nods that she is ready whenever she is.

Fury studies his display intently. Seeing what's going on across the Gauntlet has the big man's eyes getting wide. He looks over his shoulder at Journey, eyes wide. "An' you's guys are scared o' -me-?" he breathes softly. Turning back to his display, he suddenly leans forward. "Oh no you -don't-," he growls. He lifts his hands and starts making their intricate dance of command and gesture. Fingers moving faster and faster as his brows knot closer and closer together. "Nah, nah, c'mon c'mon -c'mon-!" he snarls. He glances over his shoulder. "The Umbral Dancer's tryin' to go physical! I got 'im slowed, but I can't lock 'im down!"

Very-Good-Boy turns to look at Furio with a wolfish snort at the idea of being scared of the mage. Steely war machine, card carrying nam vet, lightsaber. Nah. Past that, he just chills out and waits for a call to action.

Shaderunner, made of Silver, fur completely changed to silver Quills, drops back to all fours and moves back to Furio, "Good." He 'says' in that mimiced voice, the Blade of Worlds coming to his hand, metal holding Fire Opal, looking back to the battle, ears working, "Battle update"... He looks to Furio.

And with that the Umbral enemy forces are delayed or destroyed. With a loud ka-boom one more hitmark, two more guards and one more fomori (who thought setting off explosives in one of the trucks was a good idea) are dead. That leaves five fomori, six guards, one hit mark, and one physical spiral. And the clicking sound indicates the cyborg's minigun is out of silver bullets.

THere's a subtle shift in Cypha. Those freckles seem to briefly reflect any light, shooting off tiny little rainbows. She adjusts her position and looks up at Brooke. "Hold on. We're going up." Then, rapidly, but not so fast that it can't be SEEN, Cypha's body begins to elongate, reforming, shifting, scales the size of a human head popping out and overlapping. AS the body grows, the front part of her takes to the air, going up, up, up, as leathery wings unfurl carefully and she launches herself.. and Brooke.. into the air

Holy shit! A dragon! This thing is 30 feet long, slender, and a delicate, pale blue almost the color of a great what shark. The beast is covered with gleaming, iridescent scales with long, barbed, rigid whiskers that stick out around the face and over the elongated snout. They are about an inch wide at the base and tapered down to a fine little needle point at the end, razor sharp, protecting the vulnerable face. Her nose is easily as wide as a full grown man would be at the shoulders and the mouth is lined with 10 inch razor-sharp teeth.Four short, squat, taloned legs are set beneath the slender body, and there are thin, membranous wings that are kept close along the back. When spread, those wings are at least 90 feet across. Those wings are no joke.

Hushed Blaze holds on to Cypha as she takes off. SOOOOOOO much better than surfing a dragon is RIDING a dragon into battle!

Mocks-the-Dark grins broadly as Cypha shifts and he springs into a glow of golden brilliance and he howls >>FOR GAIA.<< and charges.

Somewhere up in the sky, there is a sudden ripple and out of nowhere like a bolt of lightning or the frickin silver surfer.. emerges Eye of the Storm, sporting... Falcon wings. He emerges and tosses back his head with a howl, which sounds hauntingly like a Falcon's shriek before he drops his head and begins his high-altitude divebomb decent towards the battle!

Very-Good-Boy chills, waiting around for war to happen. When George eventually charges, he's game to follow but, as always, looks to Journey first. He ain't goin where his alpha ain't goin. Them's the rules! Once he does, assuming he does, Billy follows suit.

Shaderunner looks to Billy and nods, moving, with the call to battle, charging. Looking up ad Dragomir drops out of nowhere in a ball of Silver Fangness, and He races along the approach set out.

Shaderunner darts in past the destroyed dancers, diving in passing through the space where the Dancer is, blade flicking out and cutting the Spiral behind the brainstem. Flicking the blade up, the Dancers head just... flips over against his chest, no head, Surprise! Turning, the Strider dives at the nearest Formori, slashing out through its chest and moving on, leaving it to fall as he cuts through the enemies.

Very-Good-Boy charges in alongside the elders, and as Journey's pretends the BSD is a frickin soda bottle and pops its top (hey look, blood fountain!), Billy skids in on his bigass steel covered digitigrade feets alongside that HIT Mark. Sup, bro? The sword hilt in his hand erupts into a blue beam of crackling electricity as he whirls it through the air, his battle cry a "WWWWWOOOOOM!" sound, because yes, he makes his own sound effects in battle. The blade comes down on the arm and mini-gun of the Weaver minion with a blast of sparks and a lot of electrical surge, the gun left smoking and sparking, and ultimately useless.

Mocks-the-Dark leaps into the air and crashes down on one of the fomori like a glowing missle wreathed in silver and gold light. His arm bursts out of the creature's rib cage, fang of anubis leading the way in a shower of bone and gore.

Eye of the Storm crests down from the sky, Falcon wings silhouetted behind him, with claws extended forward straight towards the truck with the guards. He picks up speed rapidly in his decent, and at the last moment to glimmer from his Luna's armor starts to vibrate and he curls sideways to launch his shoulder into the truck with devastating force. The sudden cave-in from the side of the vehicle, sends it hauling backwards a good fifteen feet and the three guards inside and knocked back and around inside it suddenly. The truck flipped over onto its side, and Eye of the Storm now standing there, turning his head to assess the battlefield stoicly.. like a boss.. mini-boss, but still.. a boss.

Hushed Blaze keeps her eyes set on the Hit Mark, and pulls out a new gift. As she focuses on it, she is able to take control of it remotely, hacking through it's systems and wait for just the right moment to trigger it to do the right thing for there group.

Fury watches as the Garou charge into battle. Watching as the carnage begins. No matter how many times he's seen it, it never fails to leave one awestruck (as long as one is on the outside, rather than in the thick of it). Seeing Billy taking out the HIT Mark's minigun brings a determined look to his face. Garou cubs are told horror stories of the Wyrm and its minions. Apprentice mages are instead told of HIT Marks. "You ain't gettin' me today, pal," the big man growls, chomping the end of his cigar. Bringing his pistol up, his eye tracks the Awakened cyborg. His magick lending speed and accuracy to his eye. He squeezes off four rounds, the barrel emitting a bright blue burst with each bullet that escapes. One manages to get through the cyborg's armor, while the rest TING! off harmlessly. To make matters worse, the Beretta's barrel jams. "-Shit-," Fury growls. He starts tugging at the firearm, working to clear the jam.

Cypha swoops down majestically out of the sky, keeping her flight level so Furio can make his shots. Reaching down she snaps a chunk out of the shoulder of one of the fomori with her massive razor sharp teeth.

Shaderunner spins, slashing through a Formori, and spins, turning, slashing out and starting to mov- He stops and looks back at the still living Formori. Blink.. Oh you-

Following the sweep of Billy's lightsaber, the Walker reaches his free hand up and smashes it against the Mark's chest, lighting the cyborg up with a full body sweep of electrical current. This guy's insulation is pretty great, it hurts him and he's smmmmmmmmOKIN'! a bit, but he's not exactly smelling like a cooked ham yet. Well. Probably starting to, really.

The HitMark is struggling under Hushed-Blaze's control, it turns >>must comply<< and a port opens up in its chest and it vents a blast of plasma, scorching the fomori Cypha was chewing on.

As the paradox starts to manifest, the dragon's head swivels about. Head tilts. The long, sinuous, thirty foot long body shifts around on itself, the head crossing over the tail and that mouth opens wide. So wide. Impossibly wide. Neatly, delicately, almost as if plucking a grape from the fingertips of a lover, her mouth closes over the coalescing paradox and the dragon swallows. Glup. There's a little rumbling purr of satisfaction as the paradox is swallowed and the very ground vibrates beneath where Cypha flies. Her body ripples in a shudder, giving Brooke a little rise and then a sudden dip as the wave passes along her body. Then a burp, accidentally aimed at one of the guards, blows one of the guards over. Clothes, hair, SKIN is peeled off from the force

Mocks-the-Dark finds a fomori target that was trying to edge around the battle to get away from Shaderunner and is suddenly behind it. And its head pops off.

Eye of the Storm moves towards the HitMark truck when he sees more of the guards. He stalks up to the window, and shoves his claw through it to tear part of the guard's chest away with the swipe. It doesn't die. He claws again.. It doesn't hit!.. He claws AGAIN.. it DOESN'T DIE. Eye of the Storm snarls and reaches his crinos head into the car, and snaps his jaw on the man's neck, and viciously rips his head off his shoulders and spits it to the ground. Enough of THAT bullshit. Seeing one survived Shaderunner's attack, he feels better.. at least he's not the only Garou with 'performance issues' on the battlefield.

Fury grinds his teeth, jiggling the slide on his Beretta until the spent shell casing finally pops free. "Yeah!" Immediately, he brings the firearm up and pops off another shot at the HIT Mark. TING! goes the bullet. Fury's eyes blaze with... fury. "Come the fuck -on-!" he thunders. Snarling angrily, he shoves the gun back into his shoulder holster and clenches his fists. Guns are clearly not working, so his magick must provide one that will.

The two hugely outclassed human guards in the truck are supposed to be backing up the hitmark. Finally they git their shit together and spray a hail of bullets at VGB and EotS. To.....absolutly no effect. Shit.

Very-Good-Boy also has a clip of ammo unloaded into him, and just plain does not care! They smash into his steel fur and thud to the ground. There IS some brief pause in the werewolf when OH MY GOD DRAGON GONNA EAT MEEEEE oh wait no, it ate... air. ... ... Well, that's a thing that happened.

Hushed Blaze keeps her focus on the Hit Mark, and now she pushes forward and starts to shut down the systems of it. Trying to render it completely useless. Ready for the others to destroy.

Very-Good-Boy whips his hand off the cyborg's chest after electrocuting it, the momentum of his saber bringing his arm back around, "PSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!" is his sound effect of the round, as he drives the lightsaber up under the ribs and into its torso, shredding the last of its system integrity as well as its fleshy integrity, the Weaver beast collapsing in a sparking, twitching heap. The electricity rod is pulled free and now that THAT's done, he has a look around to see if anything's left alive.

Eye of the Storm is annoyed. This fight is annoying, he's annoyed. He turns to look back in the truck, and all he can think is.. why aren't you dead yet?! Suddenly his wings flap behind him, and he swoops through the window of the truck.. like a .. well, a Falcon. He screeches, and yanks the man through the window and up into the air. The Garou's claws digging in deep to either side of his chest cavity and he quite literally rips the man in half as he starts to take off from the ground.

Shaderunner tosses his Blade into the air and plucks it out of flight mid-flip, blade down as he just brings the blade down with a lethal THUNK! Then pulling the blade free, he snorts and starts walking.

Fury grinds his teeth, summoning every last erg of power at his disposal. Spheres of crackling blue light ignite around his fists as he raises his hands, his eyes subsumed by that sublime radiance. High overhead, a vortex of power begins to swirl into being, looming ominously over the HIT Mark's head. But before he can unleash his magickal rage, Billy finishes the cyborg off. "Wait what?" And just like that, the display flickers and dies. The gathering knot of Quintessence overhead disperses harmlessly. For a moment, Fury can only stare. "Well fuck -me-," he says, taking ahold of his cigar so he can rub his face. Scowling darkly, he cups his hand around his mouth. "I want the body!" he calls down to the Garou. Maybe he can at least harvest some Primium from the dead HIT Mark.

Water Dragon turns again and aims herself for the HITmark. THis thing has GOT to go. But when it goes down, and it's sparking and everything else... she can't quite brake fast enough. So what does she do? She shifts. She tucks and rolls. Brooke ... has not much to hold onto, but at least she isn't going FAST. She rolls toward Dragomir like a bowling ball hitting a spare but stops about a foot short, face planted in the ground, skid marks in the dirt behind her.

Hushed Blaze tucks and rolls, all in her steely crinos form. Darn Dragon bucking her off that way. She looks up hearing Furio and then looks to Eye-of-the-Storm with a look. If she doesn't get to keep it...

Shaderunner walks over to a place, and stops, looking at the invisible Black Spiral Dancer working to push through the thickened invisible strands of the Gauntlet. He looks over to the others and shrugs, stabbing into the air, causing spurts of blood to come from nowhere, and drip from thin air into the ground, till a corpse flops out onto the ground, and the Silver Crinos sighs, and starts walking back.

With that last dude being taken care of, and everything dead, a pile of bodies, gore, spent bullet casings and machinery littering the ground, Billy's light saber floomph's down into the handle and he looks to his alpha, tongue lolling and tail wagging, which is sort of ridiculous for a big metal crinos monster. I did *good*, boss! I AM A VERY GOOD BOY!! That's the expression, any how. Shrinking down into homid again and tucking his sword away, he seems ever so pleased. Looking off towards Furio, he says super pleasantly, as always, "If you want to try and claim my kill, you could at least say please. Also thank you for being careful shooting those silver bullets near me and not missing, it's much appreciated." That's not said sarcastically, by the way.

Eye of the Storm comes back down to the ground, wings fading away as he turns his head to see Cypha-ball rolling towards him. The garou shifts his head to the side, looking down at her oddly. The talons reach down, and grip her by the hair to lift her face so he can see if she's alive. Once confirmed, he nods and let's go. He turns his head to watch Shaderunner stabbing thin air and it bleeding, but let's face it.. not even close to creepiest shit he has seen him do. So he turns to look back towards Furio at the declaration of taking the body, and growls lowly. He starts to walk forward and snarls, >>No, you aren't.<< He might be outranked by half the garou here, but he's straight bigot when it comes to this topic. Cause, fuck this Weaver shit!

Cypha's nose is a little skinned up. And dirty. She frowns as her hair is pulled and she batbatbats at Dragomir's foot. Yup. She's fine. She makes an effort to drag her scuffed up, freckled body upright and then checks around for Brooke. "Sorry. Wolf-Brooke. It was that or possibly destroy your Alpha with my head. Are you okay?" She goes to help her up.

Fury scowls as Billy addresses him. "I don't want -all- of it. I just want the Primium inside it. I--" Then he looks to Dragomir as he starts stalking towards him and snarling. He doesn't understand Garou. But he doesn't need to. Immediately, his hand comes up. "Eva. Run 'Back Off'," he growls. The air around him shimmers as a sphere of neon-blue hexagons briefly swirl into being around him before vanishing. He looks around at all the Garou assembled, clenching and unclenching his fists. The big man is -angry-. "This is bullshit," he growls. "I bust my ass for this sept, day in day out, an' I never even get a fuckin' -thank you-." He snorts. "Fuck -this-." He turns on his heel, and starts lumbering away.

Hushed Blaze look at Furio and shakes her head. Seriously? She's outranked here, and this just isn't her place to deal with this. She clinches her teeth and look to the others for their reaction. They should be the ones to deal with this shit.

Shaderunner walks back to the main battlesite, looking up at the sound of Furios voice, head tilting to the side, metallic ears quirking. He looks to the others, and rumbles, >>I was finishing the last one.. what?<< He's not got a whole grasp on it.

"Furio, knock it off." Billy says pretty danged calmly, and like a proper half moon, starts quoting the law, "'The first share of the kill for the greatest in station.' I killed it, it's mine, therefore my territory. One must respect the territory of another. If you have a liking, ask respectfully please and be heard with respect. 'Submission to those of higher station' applies as well. Kinfolk, Garou." he says, gesturing back and forth between himself and Furio while the man's stalking off. And while this may not be a matter of law, as general advice to you, my tribe-mate, it is inadvisable to start a fight for claims immediately after a battle, while the warriors' blood still run's hot. "Please, take a breath and calm yourself, interact with civility and age rather than stalking away." All that shiz said, Billy starts having a look at that mini gun, cause he's still keen on strapping one of those to BaconBot.

Eye of the Storm shifts down to homid, and though Billy may be on one verse, he's on another. "Were you firing silver bullets in a mixed melee combat with us?!" Yep, that annoyed him. Dragomir motions his hand around and looks towards Billy and then points towards Hushed Blaze, "Who the hell authorized that around Hushed Blaze?" yep, he's annoyed as shit right now. Over-protective much? Breath Fang boy.

Cypha brushes some dirt off her front. Little owies here and there. All scuffed up. Poor boobies! Really! With the Garou arguing with .. whoever Furio is. She never did get his name, she wanders over toward Billy, because he's nice and calm. "What's Bacon Bot?"

Fury whirls around. "I was -not- firin' silver!" he growls. "What kinda idiot you think I am, ah? I was -goin'- for the fuckin' HIT Mark!" He turns his enraged gaze on Billy. "Civility?" He gestures at Dragomir. "He's comin' at me lookin' like he wants to use me for a chew toy, an' you's tellin' -me- to be civil? Are you -kiddin'- me with this shit?!" He throws his hands up. "Do what you want. Ain't like anything -I- say matters. Hey, I'm just Kinfolk, right?" With that, he turns and continues leaving, growling and grumbling angrily under his breath.

Billy puts a hand up towards Dragomir in a staying motion, "Brooke was not in melee, she was out of harm's way, and Furio's a fine shot." Honestly he doesn't seem worried about that at all. To the kinmagi himself, still entirely calm, because he's Billy and that's how he damned well rolls. "My mistake, I made the assumption that you were using the altered bullets made during our preparation time. It's impossible to tell whose shells are what, around here. But yes, I am telling you to be civil, and you would very much appreciate it if you would do so, please. You do not possess the curse of Rage, he does. For the sake of yourself and everyone else here, for the reputation of yourself and our tribe, I'm going to ask you once more to reign yourself in please. You *are* kinfolk, being a mage does not make you garou. You need to deal with that fact." And then Furio leaves, and Billy's fine with that. He looks towards Journey while asking, "Can I please have that?" with a point to the mini gun. Just making sure.

Shaderunner looks at the minigun and nods, <<Speak with Eloise to make sure it's safe to use the technology. Make sure you bring no more danger with it. Don't need them looking for the missing parts.>>

Dragomir has just about had it with mouthy kinfolk today, who knows what he just came from - but he's definitely not in the mood for that shit. He turns his head to Billy when he speaks.. and backs down. A simple nod is given, respecting the station of Billy and he says stoicly, "Yes Very-Good-Boy'rhya." (I won't tear him to shreds) implied. Then he turns back around to look towards the others and to assess everyone for wounds. A glance to Hushed Blaze, "You okay?" and then back towards Cypha, "You injured?" with a bit more concern than he had just a moment ago.

"If you want any assistance with it, let me know. I would love to learn more about how this thing ticks, and how to deal with it in future if we have to deal with it." Brooke says to Billy, and then shakes her head to Dragomir, "I'm just fine, Alpha. Not a scratch." This time.

Cypha tips her head and peers at the gun, then back to Billy and over to Shaderunner, then.. Oh! She knows him. Hi Dragomir! Wiggle fingers. She glances down at the scuff marks and pokes one slightly bleedy spot on a boob, then shrugs. "I'm fine." She STILL doesn't know what a baconbot is, but now doesn't seem like the time to ask again.

Billy nods to Dragomir respectfully at the back-down, and also to Brooke as well while he whips out his phone. He texts with the speed and fitness of a Millenial, thumbs skittering crazily while he asks Journey before hitting send, "If my superior officer has no objections, I would like to have Miss Eloise come and wipe down this cyborg and any weaponry. The creature I would like our tribe to learn from as a whole, without giving it to an individual. The weaponry we should collect and store with our other caches for ours and kinfolk use in emergencies. Meanwhile, we can cleanse this area and dispose of the other bodies."

Shaderunner listens to Billy Texting up the plans to salvage the materials here, <<Excellent. Find out what the Wyrm was seeking to take from this convoy, and see if it's something we can adapt for our purposes.>>

Dragomir glances at Cypha wounded boob, holding up his hand with a ring on it and decides not to 'heal' the Dragon. He nods and moves over to Brooke to hand her the ring instead. He turns his head to look between Billy and Brooke, he's going to pretend it's just crazy Glass Walker stuff. Then of course, Shaderunner has to chime in like it's a tech-convention opportunity, and he's a displaced comicbook guru from the early 20th century. That makes him twitch, yes.. more than him stabbing the invisible guy did. "Alright.. time for me to go." he nods respectfully to everyone.

Brooke takes the ring from Dragomir, and nods. "Of course." She will heal the Dragon's boob, since gotta help the Dragon girl! She will /not/ leave her hanging.

Billy says what sounds like, "Shay shay." to Journey, whacking 'send' on his phone to send his message to Eloise. 'Hey there, pop on out to this map pin I'm dropping for you and if you wouldn't mind, please do a quick sweep of our spoils to detect and disable any particular Weaver tracking on anything here. I'd greatly appreciate it, and will bring you a very nice pie afterwards.' Message sent, Billy pockets his phone and goes to inspect stuff in the non-blown up trucks. "WOO! BROOKE! COME AND LOOKIT ALL THIS SHINY STUFF! OH MY GOSH THERE'S GRENADES IN HERE! WOOOOOO!" Happy Walker is Happy.