The Assault on the Compound

[The Storyteller]

The charging Gamorrean met its match when both enemies fired on him. It was a poor idea to charge with a disadvantage in range. Squeals of pain echoed over the battlefield as he fell face first into the dirt not far from Harlan. The other Gamorrean had begun an unarmed charge following his friend after throwing his axe. When his friend died he squealed in anger and sadness, but kept moving forward without an axe. He didn't care if he died now as long as he helped avenge his brother in arms.

"NO!" It squealed at Harlan as he fell on top of the man, hoping to wrestle the blaster free while grappling him.

A few kicks and knees were thrown. A few punches were thrown. Even a few bites would be coming. This would not be a gentle or quiet grapple by any means. This piggy was out for blood and threw caution to the wind. It actually was not bad though as the woman likely would have a poor shot on the ground and wouldn't risk hitting a friend probably.

@Xorism @Nightfall096

 

[Harlan Banks]

“Oh kriffing heck” Harlan thought as he saw the heavyset gamorrean charge his position in seconds. He wasn’t exactly ready for a fistfight today, but he didn’t have time to react after he and Vic has felled the first one.

He felt the impact like a punch to the gut. No, not the gut, like a punch to his whole kriffing body as he found himself thrown back toward the ground, somewhere he, funnily enough, didn’t exactly like to be. Like a duracrete outhouse he felt and smelt the gamorrean as it lashed out on top of him, smacking fists and feet into his sides and leg. There’d be some bruises come morning, he knew that full well, though the bites were something else.

As the beasts powerful jaws snapped down at him, he threw his arm inside it. Though his garment was armoured he had little time until the thing but threw and did real damage, but for now atleast it had something else to chew on. That was all he needed. Pulling his blaster back he rammed it up against the gamorreans head and pulled the trigger, a trio of bolts tearing through its brain as a spray of blood and gore shot out over the other side, and onto his damned suit.

That wouldn’t come out in a simple dry clean.

With no energy in it the things full weight clumped onto his body. So kriffing heavy was it he could scarcely push it off him, nor woft awaycthr stench. Holding his nose as he tried to push it off he called out of his companion,

“Oh Kriff. Oh Kriff, it’s dead Vic! Now get in their and finish the thing! Now, how do I get this thing off me...” head finished trailing off, trying to get himself back in the fight. He wasn’t exactly wanting to stay in the position he was now, though hopefully Vic could finish this and they could all go the Kriff home.

@Xorism @Cazar

 

[Victoria Winterblaze]

Victoria immediately ran over to assist Specs to manhandle the beast and kicking it heavily in the head if Specs already hadn't dealt with it by the time she got there. If she had to shoot the damn thing off him to keep him alive then she would otherwise Vic would extend her hand to help him up to his feet before pointing toward what they thought was the shield generator room. If the route there was clear, she would force her way in using the blaster rifle as needed until they encountered what they were looking for, or resistance.

Naturally, she would be looking to shoot the shield generator until it broke but failing that she still had a few grenades she could use.

@Nightfall096 @Cazar