Fellowship of the Dice

Haxtes moves forward and then levels his lascarbine at the Churgeon. "This is for blaspheming the holy machine spirit." With that, he shoots.

Haxtes moves forward and lines up a shot and fires into the air. His lascarbine strikes the wall behind the Churgeon missing the strange woman as she dodges to the side avoiding the shot. The two Body Snatcher leap to the attack, the one near Rego goes into an all out rage and rakes its claws back and forth across his chest. His heavy armor deflects much of the blows even as his own resiliance makes the attack little more than minor contact. The other one closes in on Soliar and jumps up high, and on the downward stroke slams its mutant hand into her head. The blow slams her helm down onto her head and jams up on the bridge of her nose causing such an impact that her nose starts to bleed all down the front of her. Dazed and heavily wounded Solaria staggers from the attack and sags from the continued attacks. Brutalized, the woman can't take much more, and her luck is starting to run out. Her helm has a nice dent in it as well. Xanthia, sword and pistol in hand...

Xanthia notes that things have finally turned around for the group, though she might be too busy at the moment to see just how hard of a hit Solaria just took. "We've got 'em now!"

She moves up to stand next to Rego and try to take out the BodySnatcher that he flayed the leg off of.

Soliara leaps forward, calling out she hacks into the terribly wounded leg of the Body Snatcher and finishes what Rego started. The leg is chopped off at the knee, and the thing topples to the ground screaming out as blood just pours from the wound. In moments the thing goes silent and dies there on the ground pooling its mutated blood at the Cleric and Assassin's feet. Solaria, stuggles and surges forward...

Solaria sees stars for a moment, thanking the God Emperor and his servants on whatever Forgeworld her helmet was made on for about the hundreth time today. She stagers back up from one knee shaking the haze from her vision and having it replaced with the twisted visage of a bodysnatcher. The pain subsiding for the most part, she knows it wasn't as bad as it must have looked to everyone else. Bringing up her issue shotgun, the bayonet dripping with heretical blood, she smiles a moment, "Hey, ugly..." and drives the blade at the creature, slashing and thrusting as she was taught at the Schola. "Move in! I have this one!!!", she screams to the other Witch Hunters as she tries to drop this foul thing once and for all...

Solaria thanks the Forgeworld for her helm as she pushes back to her feet, that must have just looked way worse than it really was. She lurches out with her bayonet, stabbing and slicing. She catches the arm of the Body Snatcher, but can't put enough strength behind the blow to pierce its rubbery mutanted hide. She's gone and left herself exposed now, over extended, and sore from the blow, she might need help even if she's saying she's fine. Then the Churgeon races toward the open elevator shaft at the other side of the room. She cackles and leaps into the shaft and floats down through the blackness vanishing from sight in a few seconds. The hum of maglifts on her pack can be heard echoing through the shaft -- no doubt she's landed safely at the bottom of it. Jericus...

Jericus runs forward towards where the Chirurgeon was fiddling with the machinery. As he runs he shouts over his shoulder, "Solaria, Xanthia, try a grenade!" He seems to recall one of them sweet talking a grenade out of someone in the days previous. A falling grenade would move more quickly than a person on a maglift. It just might catch up with her before she got out of the shaft.

Once at the machinery, however, he quickly scans up and down the panels and over at the tank, looking for somewhere he can take the samples they need. Eventually he realizes he's in over his head.

"Haxtes," he calls. "Can you make sense of this?"

Jericus races into the room, past the Body Snatcher and toward the machinery and the consol. He starts in on it, looking at the various displays. Calling for his brother he can knows enough to realize that the Churgeon attempted to start a self destruct sequence on the entire lab. The few gun blasts to the pannel may have slowed it down, but it does appear to be building still. Instead of having no chance to shut down the building explosion, Jericus has bought the group one chance. Rego...

Rego joins in on the assault of the last foe standing. They will have to hunt the Churgeon another day, for it is far more important to retain evidence of this heresy for the Ecclesiarchy. He raises his great blade and maneuvers for another deadly strike...

Haxtes races over to the console, tries to plug in his electro graft and goes to work, uttering the ancient litanies of the Tech Priests of Mars to soothe the machine spirit in the device, praying to Omnissiah.