Winter Festival 2018

OOC: And mine is “Bring back a dead character.”

OOC: To be fair, mine was "Bring back one of the five different versions of the Final Antagonist in"

While he does successfully hit the mercenary, due to his position closer to the opposite side (left) of where the Mercenary was holding his weapon (right), he easily prevented any damage coming to his gun. Unfortunately he was far from escaping being damaged (10).

The blade sinking deep into his left arm as he released a pained roar, nearly faltering in his grip on his gun and its attachment before he twisted, sweeping a leg out in attempt to knock the Matoran off balance (20), while also attempting to yank the blade from his grip (14) as he spun.
It's position currently jammed deep in his arm, of which its hand seemed oddly limp, potentially helping with the latter attempt.

"You little-!" The mercenary roared as he barely dodged the first shot (9), firing off a retaliatory blast of water (16) in return before the second impacted against his chest (13). Sending him flying backwards, and blasting chunks of his torso armour off before he slammed into the roo with a painful clatter.

Rolling and slamming in the parapet before he shakily pushed himself up, clutching at his chest with one arm, the other still holding his gun, its attachment now connected. Below his arm blue armour could be seen peaking out from below the now fairly large hole in his mid-torso. (So long as said being could see well enough to differentiate between the two fairly dark shades of colour in the nights own darkness.)

"Well then, I suppose I'll have to get a tad more serious." The mercenary growled before breaking out into a small burst of hacking coughs. "I'd say sorry about this kid, but hey, you're the one who brought it down on yourself. And here I was hoping I'd only have to have one more death to lay on my conscience before I'd finally be free."

OOC: Well pingers.

"I honestly don't want to kill you kid, but you're not really leaving me a choice." The mercenary replied with a sigh, his posture slumping defeatedly.

"Who knows, maybe I won't actually have to kill you." He muttered before he suddenly launched flipped himself forwards. The sound of shattering tiles being heard again before the jets of water fired from his soles further shot himself up, above, a touch ahead of the Matoran, and keeping him above (for whatever limited amount of time that may be) as they continued to fire. Launching himself into the air in a short flip before he quickly flipped his gun around, sliding a few final pieces into place with a click, and bringing the scope (a part of the attachment) to his visor.

As he brought it up a thin, fairly small, but still quite bright red beam projected from below it, ending in a small dot on Vashari's torso across the city (and most likely quite difficult to discern between Vashari's own red colour scheme, and the districts on blazing lights), as the mercenary struggled to line it up with Vashari's head as he dealt with the instability of his own form of currently achieved 'flight' (hovering), and his current injuries, his left arm visibly in need of repair as he strained to keep it holding the gun steady without use of its currently limp hand.


As soon as the laser alighted on Vashari's head the mercenary fired (18) with a, honestly surprisingly quiet, crack of discharge, and the whistle of the fast moving ice shard.
And along with the departure of the shotgun-turned-sniper-rifle's 'bullet' so too did the mercenary's jets.

Cutting out with a sudden 'pop' (1) and leaving the mercenary to slam against, and mainly over, the parapets edge. His form quickly moving to follow suit with the majority of it, and leaving the mercenary frantically attempting to grab hold of an edge with his (only) free hand, his gun just barely hooked on his limp left hand.

The mercenary was barely keeping himself hanging on the wall, his fingers shoved into a small crack between the parapet and the roof itself, and visibly straining to keep himself holding on as his fingers were noticeably shifting.

"Heh... Well, this was a fun run now wasn't it? Looks like you'll be surviving kid, guess I can say I'm happy about that. And hey, if you're lucky he'll live." The mercenary called up as he saw the Matoran looking over, his tone tired and defeated.

"Dying on my final job, the last task I needed to accomplish to be free, and the cause being falling from a roof. How pathetic... And yet I can't help but say I couldn't think of a more fitting fate..." He muttered, giving off a quiet, sad chuckle as his fingers further slid back, protodermis dripping from beneath them, the deep cut in his left arm, and small trickles leaking from the hole in his torso armour (and his torso itself).

"Heh... looks like you were right Kali, I'm getting what I deserve... I'll miss you ... I really will..."

"I would if I could kid, but I've long since lost the chance to do so. The day I stood beneath the shadow of him was the day my soul belonged to him. And when I die, so shall it return to him. But hey, what's more deserving a fate for a killer to get. Hey, just one request, if I do end up dead, well, take care of 'them' for me will you? Just tell 'em I named you as my... 'successor'. They don't deserve to just be left to rot alone." He replied in a defeated mutter.

By now his hand was barely held in place, the stone itself crumbling in places, and the dripping protodermis more than enough to remove the remnant friction keeping him in place. He'd end up falling in the next few seconds or so, if he could survive that though was another question.

IC: Hind calmly watched the falling snow through the cathedral window, a cup of warm tea in hand. Despite living in the desert for most of her life, she had quickly grown fond of this 'Winter' thing.
"Hey, you wanna join in?" Sparrow asked from across the room. He was sitting with the rest of the group around a roaring fireplace, seeming happier (and more sober) than usual.
"Maybe later," Hind replied with a faint smile. "Those card game things aren't really my thing."
"You sure? This one's got a lot of strategy invol-"
"It has what now?" Hind looked at the group, suddenly interested.
"Yeah, it uhhhh..."