Riley flinched as Elma chopped Richard's hand off, blood pouring from the wound as he grasped it to try and stop the bleeding. He continued aiming at his head, watching for any sudden movements.
"C'mon Elma, just off him already..." He whispered quietly...

Flames began to erupt around Elma, forming a thin aura around her.

"If your Unit was really wiped out, that should've been the first thing you told me..."

She rose her sword, holding it horizontally like a scorpion.

"I don't expect a soldier would be so careless as to screw up addressing a superior like that so...you're either a deserter or you're not a soldier. Take off the helmet and let me see your eyes...that's a direct order."

"Well...Shit..."

Evelyn was left alone again, before she even had a chance to oppose. Grant was probably the last person she would want to find, and she had no idea where did Dante go. She looked around, eyeing the landscape of destruction, rubbing her wrists.

"Media will sure be busy for a next week or two..."

When she was "admiring " the view, she caught a glimpse of her apartment, still covered in smoke. Since Grant was finally done, and the situation wasn't so tragic anymore, might as well check what was left of her place. She headed in that direction.

Sighing, Richard began unlatching the helmet. "Here I thought my acting was actually pretty decent." He muttered. With it completely unlatched he took it off. "Hello Completed, guess we finally meet." He dropped the helmet on the floor to look at her, but he decided to stare at her nose instead of her eyes, it didn't look any different, but any way to rebel, why not take it. His other hand slowly reached for a frag grenade latched to his belt. Lamia, Rook slight change in plans. I think she's a psychic that may do some eye magic, so get ready to shoot me in the head ok?

I get to shoot you in the head? Deal! Rook crowed and Richard mentally winced.

Rude little shit...

Dante strolled casually towards his apartment complex, cigarette in his mouth and weapons at rest. The rifle was dangling on his right side, his leg every now and then bumping into the silencer, tossing the rifle behind him. But he couldn't bother to adjust it. His job was seemingly done: he had bought time and was 'ready' for the meeting that would set in motion his plan. Immersed in his thoughts, he made his way through the junkyard, taking the long route around in order to avoid any contact. It was better for him to keep his usual low profile.

While walking, his sensors suddenly spiked. He turned his head towards the origin, seeing a humanoid figure prance around the junkyard at extreme speed and climb atop of a building with ease. Dante's eyebrows frowned; after a quick scan, it turned out to be Deadeye again. He noticed him post up atop his apartment complex. His new sniper nest was pointed towards the inner junkyard and Eve's complex, but it seemed Dante was outside his radius. He picked up the pace, moving towards the building slightly faster.

When he reached the complex, it took him not too much to navigate his way to the roof. Dante was completely relaxed, casually making his way up the sets of stairs. With the same calm he readied his rifle, prepared to face hostility from Deadeye. When he got on the roof, Riley didn't even seemed to notice him. Dante took advantage of that, sneakily walking behind him. He slowly raised his rifle, his eye slipping behind the sight. He halted his march when he was a couple of steps away from Riley.

"Mate, you are one stubborn fucker. Why did you defy the retreat order?" he stated, his crosshair right on Riley's head, ready to fire at the slightest sign of attack.

Surprised, but undettered, Elma didn't flinch at his reveal.

"Just as I thought...Although...I can't say I've never seen you before, you look...quite familiar..."

Her sword crackled with electricity.

"Show me your eyes," she commanded, "Then perhaps I won't kill you today, my orders were to observe after all."

"Honey, threats really not working for me. Maybe over some wine and a nice dinner. I can cook some steak with some nice vegetables and baked potatoes."

Ooh that sounds yummy. Lamia chimed. We should get steak later.

Shut up Lamia, not right now. Richard smiled, "Why do you need to look into my eyes? We can talk just fine right now and I can see your's, they're a lovely pink. Reminds me of cotton candy and Kirby and what else is pink..." He wondered out loud.

Your brains, fuck up so I can blow your head off already. Rook sighed.

Rook shut the hell up! Richard snapped his fingers, his eyes shifting about everywhere except her eyes, catching a glimpse out of the corner of his every now and then. "Oh like flowers, which would go wonderfully on a dinner table. So about dinner, what do you say?"

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OOC: I assume he headed OUT of the smoke toward the junkyard, whereas Ashley had repositioned herself to a place with a good view of the surrounding, allowing her to see the situation.

Oh, ok that makes some more sense. You should probably reread my last post. Also maybe add in that Ashley does move in the post maybe. Alex is currently creating a fake guise of "smoke" layered 25ft away from "itself" to those outside the bubble, "it" isn't just invisible. I'm having a hard time contemplating how you are throwing a rock directly at Alex's torso in that situation.

Also seriously man... pls don't decide where my character is running for me, the whole area "it" is running in is covered in smoke bruh. (I get that it was just assumed, but you get my joke there.) That was stated very clearly beforehand. I understand this rock throwing business is a very important... sacred ritual, but that's going a bit far. (Y not just throw a bigger boulder? I mean... you could right? Just grab a big ol' chunk of concrete and... Actually 2nd thought pls don't throw giant boulders at me... I like rocks better. :p) Also I'm pretty sure Ashley is just going by sound here.

(I seriously do want to fight your character though. I just don't want to get aimbotted by bullet rocks while being mind controlled by 2 players and a homicidal mechanical stealth suit into somehow walking out in the open randomly while at the same time turning off my disguise... ya know. Fighting Ashley or any of the other big 3 head on alone is literally suicide in this game. I'm pretty sure I didn't include that action in my post.)

Riley knew Dante was coming, he knew he was coming up to the roof, and he knew he was gonna try to kill him.
So when Dante called him a stubborn fucker, well, he let a little sigh loose, "Jeez, were you all thrown away because of your swearing, is that why Dante?"

He slowly began getting up, strapping his rifle onto his back, trying not to make any threatening moves, "Now listen, there wasn't a retreat order, and I don't really feel like fighting you. You seem like an alright guy to me... BUT, if you try and so much as scratch me or my companions, I'll butcher you on the spot..."

"Alright..."

She dropped the sword and rose her other palm up, "Sayonara..."

An enormous inferno of pink flames erupted from Elma's hands ripping up the concrete and barreling towards Richard.

Dante held his ground. He did want to reply to his comment with a bullet, but further analysis of the situation deemed that action to be unprofitable for him. He slowly traced Riley's movements, allowing him to get up.

"Well now there is a retreat order, and it comes from me." his voice raised in tone a bit, his finger caressing the trigger. The two clashed, either of them giving up ground, but after a couple of moments, Dante backed down, sighing.
"Mate, you're making my job so goddamn hard. I'm not a bad guy, get that in your tin can head. Now do me a favor and piss the fuck off." Dante lowered his rifle, shooing Riley away with his left hand at the end of the sentence. When Riley stood up, Dante's sensors noticed something odd: Elma and Richard were having a chat. He turned again towards Riley, pointing towards the two on ground level.

"And take that cunt with you. I already spared her life once and honestly I'm fed up for today. Sayonara, fucker." Dante turned on his heels with a pirouette, heading back towards the staircase. He popped one of the last cigarettes in his pack, taking a deep puff.

Butcher me, eh?...We'll see about that.

The suit was flame-retardant but A. He has no helmet. B. He has no left hand which he should really start regenerating. And C. They were pink, why were they pink as well? He had to get one last bit in before he dodge-rolled to the side. "A simple no would have sufficed." He rolled out of the way and as soon as he landed, a chunk of his head was blown off and Richard collapsed onto the ground. Blood pooled around the corpse and after a second of fidgeting, the body also stilled.

"Why didn't we just shoot the girl?" Rook whispered as he put his rifle down.

Lamia shrugged, "Richard said not to, maybe he's smitten. Freaking idiot. We can try shooting her now, but now she has some type of psychic force field that'll protect her like Grant did."

"Oh shut up about him being smitten, you're no better." Rook scoffed.

Lamia stared at Rook, "Sure, let the bi make jokes. Now back onto the main problem. Nice shot, now let's get the hell out of here." Rook nodded and the two stayed low as they crept away. "You know we'll have to pick that body back up right?" Lamia whispered.

Rook shushed him. "Just let me savor the moment for now." He chuckled and the two hid themselves among the heaps of trash.

Riley...

Elma knelt down toward the bleeding corpse careful to avoid the blood.

She picked up the remains of his head and immediately recognized him.

"Richard...how disappointing.'

She stood back up and in anger, sliced his head and the other appendages apart. Nothing happened.

"Oh..."

The sword burst apart, the blood on it splattered toward the ground. Without so much as a second glance, Elma began to walk out of the militarized district.

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Oh, ok that makes some more sense. You should probably reread my last post. Also maybe add in that Ashley does move in the post maybe. Alex is currently creating a fake guise of "smoke" layered 25ft away from "itself" to those outside the bubble, "it" isn't just invisible. I'm having a hard time contemplating how you are throwing a rock directly at Alex's torso in that situation.

Also seriously man... pls don't decide where my character is running for me, the whole area "it" is running in is covered in smoke bruh. (I get that it was just assumed, but you get my joke there.) That was stated very clearly beforehand. I understand this rock throwing business is a very important... sacred ritual, but that's going a bit far. (Y not just throw a bigger boulder? I mean... you could right? Just grab a big ol' chunk of concrete and... Actually 2nd thought pls don't throw giant boulders at me... I like rocks better. :p) Also I'm pretty sure Ashley is just going by sound here.

(I seriously do want to fight your character though. I just don't want to get aimbotted by bullet rocks while being mind controlled by 2 players and a homicidal mechanical stealth suit into somehow walking out in the open randomly while at the same time turning off my disguise... ya know. Fighting Ashley or any of the other big 3 head on alone is literally suicide in this game. I'm pretty sure I didn't include that action in my post.)

OOC: So, what's inside the bubble?

As Dante left, Riley called, "Nice meeting you!" in a sarcastic tone, then shook his head in disgust at the Failed's behavior.

He sighed as he looked from the roof towards Elma, who was walking away from Richard's corpse.
He wouldn't have gone down that easily He thought silently.

He climbed down the side of the building, and raced after her, "Hey! Elma! Are you okay?" he called after her.