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  • Take down Hark and the others might be demoralised.


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    • Lets get Hark

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      • She ran for Hark, seeing in him her best chance of escaping what was rapidly becoming a tactical nightmare. She ducked and wove to throw off the archers' aim. Arrows zipped passed her, sticking in the road in her wake. One tore a new hole in her poncho, but missed her flesh.

        Hark, slowly backing up, pulled a small, spherical object out of his sleeve. He hurled it at her when she was less than ten steps away, and the Ranger instinctively swung her matchlock to bat it aside. The little ball burst into small cloud of inky black smoke. Momentum carried the Ranger into the cloud before she realized what she was doing, and then she got a face full of the stuff. The smoke was thick and cloying. It's a good thing she had her mask on, I don't like to think what would've happened if she'd breathed it right in. But as it was her eyes went all swimmy, and she was set up for the second half of Hark's one-two punch. The tricky bandit had a torchpipe in his other hand, and when he saw the Ranger waver he raised, pointed, and triggered it.

        I can't say whether it was luck or skill that saved the Ranger then. She fell onto her side just before a surge of sparks blew through where she'd been standing. She slid the last few steps, all but blind from the smoke and fire, and kicked Hark in the legs. Hark fell, and the pair of them ungracefully struggled on the ground for a bit. The Ranger was trying to keep hold of Hark and also get to her feet. Hark wasn't interested in wrestling anyone on fire - he only tried to get away.

        At the same time this was happening, Jehn was settling things with her own attacker. With much effort, swearing, and spitting, she turned the hooded one's knife back on them. This was just before they both rolled off the roof. The hooded one landed first, and Jehn on top of them, driving their own knife into their heart. Jehn rolled off them and groaned. She felt a sharp pain in her own chest where the knife handle had stuck her with the full force of her own weight - probably a broken rib.

        Despite all that, she got her feet, put her hat back on, and got her firewand ready as quick as she could. From where she'd landed, an adjacent building shielded her from the boys with bows. But she was exposed to everyone else out in the street - which, by now, included everyone Ash had ignored in her charge at Hark. The Lost Souls in the carriage house were cautiously approaching the Ranger's and Hark's melee - not too afraid to fight, but not bold enough to rush in. Bighorn Bone was in the lead.

        Their path took them right past Jehn's little cranny. And she did the only thing she could think to do: she pointed her firewand at them and shouted "Stop! Reach for the sky, shitbirds!"

        To Jehn's credit, they did stop. Even Bone, who looked like he wanted nothing more in the world than to rip her arms off. But they'd already seen what Jehn could do with that weapon, and nobody was keen to test her, at least not for a few moments.

        A few moments was about what it took for the Ranger to get to her feet, detach her bayonet, drop the, put Hark in a headlock, and haul the both of them around so that Hark's body partially shielded her from the archers.
        • The Ranger started dragging Hark away, despite ever-louder protests.
        • The Ranger pushed Hark forward a bit and then shoved him hard, sending him stumbling into the group of his friends
        • The Ranger put her bayonet to Hark's throat and, with her free arm, fired her matchlock into the air.
        • Something else?


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        • Bayonet to the throat!


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          • (Any one else have input?)


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            • Shove Hark into his buddies, sending them tumbling like bowling pins.

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              • Bayonet to the throat. Put those bows down or he gets it.

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                • I don't think they would buy us killing Hark with the bayonet; after all, once he is dead the archers have a clear shot at us.

                  So I choose bowling over his friends with a Hark-ball.


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                  • Bayonet for me! Or Hark in this case


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                    • The Ranger put her bayonet to Hark's throat and, with her free arm, fired her matchlock into the air.

                      The noise felt astoundingly loud as it echoed through the street. Everyone except Bone and the Ranger flinched at the sound. One of the Lost Souls - Lerdch? - started to run towards Hark and the Ranger, but Bone grabbed her by the shoulder before she could get too far. The rest stayed where they were, arrested by the force of the Ranger's presence, or the complexity of the situation. Maybe both.

                      "What is this?" demanded Bone, without moving an inch.

                      The Ranger couldn't answer, but she could squeeze Hark and stare Bone down. Hark was trying to pull away, so much that he was liable to slice his own neck open - he seemed to be having trouble understanding that he was surrounded by fire, but not on fire.

                      "Taking prisoners? Es absurdo." Bone snorted. If he was at all concerned, he didn't show it. "Let the little man go. We'll finish this."

                      The Ranger shook her head and focused on keeping Hark restrained.

                      "Listen, pequeña idiota," the big man growled. "You misunderstand. You think that holding my friend gives you power over me. You are wrong. If he is killed, you die. If he is hurt, you die. If you try to escape with him, I chase you, and you die." He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. "With each passing moment, I only want to kill you more."

                      "Don't forget me, gran idiota!" Jehn shouted from her protected alcove. "Anyone moves, I'll roast 'em!"

                      Bone looked back at Jehn and lowered his hand. "Lerdch," he said, slow, loud, and clear, without breaking eye contact. "Do you remember Saguaro Blossom?"

                      The other Lost Souls exchanged glances before Lerdch answered "Yeah." Then, after a brief pause, "Do it."

                      As quick as anything, Bighorn Bone seized the smaller woman by an arm and a leg. He swept her off her feet, spun around once, then let go, sending Lerdch flying at Jehn. Lerdch curled up in the fraction of a second she had before she hit, tucking in her legs and covering her head.

                      Jehn had the presence of mind to raise her firewand and pull the trigger, but not fast enough. Lerdch crashed into Jehn's head and shoulders, and the wand was knocked down before it went off. Dust sparks belched harmlessly into the dirt.

                      In the same instant, Hark made a move of his own. In his struggling, he'd managed to pull a tiny knife from somewhere in his clothes. He jammed the point into the Ranger's leg. It shocked her enough for her to loosed her grip. Hark tore himself from her grasp, drawing a thin line of blood below his chin as he got free. Then he was running down the road, towards the other Lost Souls.

                      The Ranger took a few steps to give chase, then stopped and dropped face-down on the ground. The pair of arrows that had been waiting to be loosed zipped over her. She picked herself up. And then Bone was in her face.

                      His fist slammed into her solar plexus, knocking her right back down. She struggled to regain her breath while he bent down, grabbed her by the shoulders, and lifted her up. Her flames licked over his hands and arms, but Bone seemed completely unaffected. He raised her off the ground and gave her an evil grin.

                      The Ranger regathered herself and kicked him in the abdomen. It was a weak hit, but it staggered him enough that he let go of her. She dropped to her feet, then...

                      * ...made a desperate lunge with her bayonet.
                      * ...furiously backpedaled, fixing her bayonet back onto the matchlock so she would have a hand free for loading.
                      * ...ran past him, sprinting to reach Jehn.
                      * Something else?

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                      Some thoughts on Western movie tactics and how they apply in Exalted.

                      For scenes were you want your hero to kick ass - beating three or more people without taking a scratch - battle groups make all the difference. Consider this scene and the last one where the Ranger tangled with the Lost Souls. Last time, they fought as one group and were easily repelled with repeated blasts from a firewand. But this time, they're scattered - they're individual actors now, each one sapping our hero's initiative until one of their big guys can get in a hit. GMs, take note!

                      As for Bighorn Bone's stunt with Lerdch, I propose a new Gambit -

                      Human Shotput (Difficulty: 3): The character lifts an opponent - or ally - and hurls them at another target in close range. Damage is equally inflicted on both the thrown actor and the target. This maneuver can be performed on a grappled opponent as per the Throw/Slam rules (pg. 201). Alternately, it can be performed on a willing ally, or another character who is incapable of resisting, as an unarmed decisive attack. A feat of strength (pg. 229) may be required, depending on the weight of the thrown character.

                      A skilled tumbler can mitigate the damage from being thrown with a Difficulty 3 Athletics check. Success means they take damage to their Initiative instead of their health track.
                      Last edited by semicasual; 03-24-2017, 11:13 AM.


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                      • Desperate Lunch with the Bayonet!

                        We want to finish this thing if possible. Or at least take as many down before we go down ourselves.


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                        • Bayonet Lunge. Hell or glory!

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                          • Pocket (fire)sand!

                            Throw firedust in Bone's face, and fix bayonet.

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                            • Originally posted by Nightwinder View Post
                              Pocket (fire)sand!

                              Throw firedust in Bone's face, and fix bayonet.
                              (Nice. Anyone else have ideas?)


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                              • Originally posted by semicasual View Post

                                (Nice. Anyone else have ideas?)
                                (No, but I will bandwagon Nightwinder's)


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