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SABL (Ashen Wolf x LittleCloud)

A trip to Mantle...

Sable didn't know how well that sat with him. There were a lot of reasons that wouldn't be a good idea. The biggest one was still strapped to his neck, waiting to clip his wings at any moment, but he was sure that wouldn't be the end of his troubles down there, either. Still, a deal was a deal, and he didn't go back on deals.

"Mm. Sounds like a plan," Sable answered noncommittally. He'd have to ask and that was easier said than done. He was sure he could get Penny to agree (although, knowing her, she might ask to come along), but handling the people pulling her strings felt like a tougher sell. Either way, that was going to be a lot of paperwork for someone. He just wasn't sure if it was him, Penny, or some hapless Atlesian intelligence employee. He shrugged. "But we'll have to see. The school might decide it wants to be a stick in the mud. Although, I could think of a few ways we could entertain each other if we were stuck he--"

"Hey!" Sable's hand suddenly lifted, only to fall flat against Lilac's cute little rump with a satisfying SMACK! "Did I say you could butt in?"

There was a brief pause as the sound faded away. He thought about it for a second. Then, promptly, Sable suggested a completely original idea: "We could make it a group thing. Every fighter deserves a cut of their promoter's profits, no?"

It had its own risks, but more importantly, a decently-sized group meant he would be subject to a lot less scrutiny by any interested parties. A pair of teens in dark and light was a suspicious sight for Mantlesian underworlders and Atlesian authorities alike. An entire party of colorful characters were just dumb student tourists looking for cheap thrills.
 
"They can't stop us, this isn't a prison." Wanda wasn't about to let something like Sable's reasonable objections ruin her plans for a fun day out "I mean except for the decor and the teachers and the rules..." One by one she counted off each of her points off on her fingers until she abruptly stopped, were they in a prison? Luckily she didn't have to ponder the nature of the Atlasian education system when Lilac let out a cute squeal as Sable brought a firm hand down on her behind, sending a shiver running up her spine and for the moment rendering the smaller girl silent.

"Hey guys get over here!" Snapping out of her depressing fugue quickly Wanda called over the rest of her team "Alex kicked ass, so we're hitting the arcade at the weekend. Wanna come with?"

"I'm game." Nikki replied, slowly rotating one arm as she came down from her workout, the glistening biceps and abs that her outfit didn't even try to hide a testament to the intensity of the effort she put in when it came to her own training. Turning her attention to Alex for a moment she congratulated him with a slap on the back that sent the blonde boy stumbling forward "Told you we'd get you in shape!"

"Uh thanks...?" He chuckled nervously, had nobody else seem Sable smack that girls butt?! Was that something team leaders were allowed to do? Was Wanda gonna grab his ass?!

"I wanna come too..." Daisy yawned having finally lumbered over to the rest of her team to lean against her leader.

"Guess it's a date then, gonna go give your girls the good news?" Wanda asked Sable, her mischievious grin firmly back on her face.
 
Sable couldn't help but to loose an amused snort. Atlas Academy certainly wasn't a prison for most people, but the thing around his neck begged to differ when it came to him. It was enough to make him experience just a little bit of schadenfreude watching Wanda slowly come to the realization that their military academy wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, especially for students with more roguish streaks like them. It was just about when she hit her eighth finger when, much like Wanda, Sable's attention was suddenly diverted by an almost-obscene little squeal and a lusty shiver.

It took him a moment to process exactly what happened, but when he finally did, a sly smirk tugged at his lips.

"Oh? That's rare." Sable glanced aside, as if he were making eye contact with Lilac through her thighs. It was the quietest he'd ever seen or heard (or not heard, in this case) of the energetic little thing. Whether she was simply stunned by his audacity or she had a weakness to spanking, it was good that he learned this little trick early on. There was no doubt in his mind that he would find many relevant uses for it in the future. Like an ominous, teasing presage, the faunus leaned against her and whispered: "I'll have to keep that in mind for later..."

At any rate, the rest of Team WNDA seemed amenable to the arrangement... even if he didn't entirely approve of how their leader conveyed the motivation. I mean, Lilac was winning for most of that fight!

"That would be the leaderly thing to do," Sable replied vaguely. He had the sneaking suspicion at least one of his girls wouldn't consider it good news, but he was sure he could cajole her into coming. If not, he knew where to get a plus-one. Who knows, maybe the redhead would just invite herself. He could feel himself getting an ulcer just thinking about how he'd juggle that. He glanced over to quiet Lilac again, then back to Wanda. "...That's one person to tell off the list. Not sure she was listening, though..."

"Hear that? What do you think?" He asked her, giving her a little shake this time. "You can talk now."

He paused, then added: "And, to make it up to me, you can tell the rest of the team the good news while I dress up."

....and ask Penny for permission.
 
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With the promise of a fun (?) day out on the horizon time moved on at Academy and it soon became clear that not every lesson the young Special Operative Cadets were expected to attend would be dry academic affairs or even heavily supervised sparring matches. No, sometimes they would be exciting live fire exercises in the field to help shore up gaps in Atlasian manpower to help hone their skills and teach them valuable real world lessons! Teams of teenagers weren't just given their objective and let loose of course, sometimes they were helmed by a senior student, other times by a member of staff from the Academy and sometimes a member of the elite Ace-Ops would lose a bet and this was their forfeit, which was why team SABL were currently in the belly of a bullhead flying out of Atlas being briefed by a man with dark green hair wearing the coveted uniform of the kingdom's finest with a large round shield slung across his back.

"Okay if we play this right it should be a milk run, here's what we know." Tortuga began "Twelve hours ago a large shipment of Dust was stolen by criminals working for a local syndicate, however four hours ago the airship carrying that shipment crashed out in the snow. It's our job to locate and secure whatever's left of it until a recovery team arrives. We'll be landing at an observation outpost soon and we'll move out from there. Any questions?"

It should come as no surprise by now that Henri wasn't exactly going to be forthcoming with any questions, she already felt far too self conscious in her new combat glasses, which looked more than a little like a pair of reinforced aviator goggles, to want to draw attention to herself but Lilac's hand shot up drawing a nod from their chaperone.

"Is it going to be cold? I left my mittens back at the dorm."

Tortuga blinked a couple of times, he hadn't wanted to judge the short girl by her appearance but now that she'd opened her mouth he didn't really have a choice "Just keep an eye on your aura, you'll be fine." He replied incredulously.

Meg certainly had some questions of her own but she kept them to herself for now, waiting to see what, if anything, Sable would have to add to the conversation. All the better to swoop in and one up him in front of a member of Ironwood's inner circle.
 
Penny had gotten him the permission needed to work out his outing with Team WNDA, but a nagging part of him had hoped there would've been an intervention. Mantle would still be plenty hot, even with the time since his absence, and a thought that sounded too much like Granny kept telling him to quit playing house and start taking it seriously if he wanted to keep living a low-key life. If any trouble happened while they were out, there was no doubt it in his mind that it would be pinned on him. Worse, that they'd be right to pin it on him.

But that was a matter for the future. Today, on the other hand, would be a good day. Sable could feel it. Mostly though, he was just glad to have finally gotten out of all the dusty tomes and stiff academy uniforms and into a more natural skin: familiar clothes on his back, a wild breeze in his hair, and a weapon in his hands. Growing up like he did had fostered a strong appreciation for small treasures like that. Even with the glorified babysitter cramping his style, being able to get out in the field beat the drudgery of going to regular classes any day.

Speaking of which, their babysitter: Tortuga, Ace-Ops. He was a big guy with a shield and a green hair. If the situation were any different, Sable would be calling him Turf Top or maybe Seaweed. He didn't seem too up his own ass like some of the other Ace-Ops Sable had met in the past, but the faunus wasn't keen on giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Sable occupied himself by watching vistas of the snowy tundra passing by through the windshield of the dropship. Aside from Lilac, the others were also intent on keeping to themselves during the ride, which suited him just fine. Meg wasn't causing trouble, Henrietta wasn't fretting, and Lilac wasn't being too rambunctious. Honestly, the dull thrum of the engine made it feel almost zen.

As the bullhead zeroed in on its drop point, Tortuga began to brief them on what to expect. It seemed fairly straightforward to him: locate the crash, contact HQ, wait. Alas, there was one detail that was terribly salient.

"Ugh... Yeah, I've got one," Sable groaned, almost disgusted by what he'd heard. His hand had shot up, but he piped up without being called on anyway. With his arms crossed and his feet square, the faunus spelled 'discontent' all over his expression and body language. "Why'd you have to go and say it?" Criminals were a notoriously superstitious lot, Sable included, and everyone knew that a line like that was just asking to jinx the entire thing! No doubt something was bound to go wrong now: a pack of Grimm, a bunch of criminals trying to cover their loot, who knew? Sable didn't that was for sure, but now he'd have to deal with it!

He didn't expect to get an actual answer to that, so he glanced over at Lilac, who'd asked her own questionable question. "If your hands are cold, just put 'em in your pockets or breathe on 'em," Sable grunted, no doubt speaking from experience. Then, as if he realized that female fashion was in a pathetic state when it came to pockets, added: "Or hold someone's hand. Miss Aegean seems like she needs the company."

After a pause, Sable raised his hand again, and again, he spoke before being called on. "Did you see how it went down?" the ex-con asked. Conditions were sufficient for their arrival by airship, which meant it wasn't a weather thing, and getaway drivers usually knew what they were doing. That's why they were getaway drivers. "No way you guys shot it down. That'd be a pretty damn expensive explosion."

In his head, it had to be a big, flying Grimm. Or an inside-job. Or both. Really, with his luck? It was probably both, and then some.
 
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"What's the matter?" Tortuga took Sable's first question in stride, criminals weren't the only group with their own superstitions, but when your team leader's Semblance was literally Good Luck, it wasn't something you really paid too much mind "Don't think you're up to it?"

There were of course much more pressing issues to worry about right now, keeping Lilac's hands warm! Like a good teammate she was about to follow her leader's suggestion when 'Miss Aegean' shot her an absolutely withering look that told her that maybe it wasn't the best idea if she wanted to keep all of her fingers. With a squeak Lilac was sudden standing behind Henri with a tight grip on one of her hands and of course the other girl was far too meek to raise any complaint, just standing their with a red blush growing on her cheeks. Underneath her mask Meg allowed herself a satisfied smirk, see she could keep the rest of the team in line, and surely a member of the Ace-Ops would recognise who should really be in charge.

Speaking of Tortuga, if he hadn't been judging SABL before he didn't really have much choice now, still this wasn't the first time he'd seen a first year team be a little 'quirky', part of the Academy's job was to iron this kind of thing out.

"Currently we don't know the cause of the crash, only that it happened, and before you ask how we know that is a little outside your clearance. Anyway, the outpost is coming up and we're not landing so get ready to jump."

If nobody had any more questions Tortuga would move to open the airships door, filling the hold with the biting chill of the tundra's howling wind. One by one the girls leaped (leapt?) out in to the cold, Meg heading towards the ground with practiced grace while Henri just kind of plummeted, hoping that she'd remember to bend her knees when she landed, Lilac for her part seemed to flicker almost floating towards the ground in slow motion. Once SABL were all out of the airship Tortuga brought up the rear, pulling his shield from his back and racing towards the ground like a meteor.

When they reached the ground the observation outpost was waiting for them, or what was left of it.

The fence that cordoned off the area had been torn to shreds and the watchtowers stationed around its edge were reduced to rubble, with the burned out husks of other buildings not far off from that. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that..." Tortuga shot Sable a glance before breaking out into a run "Fan out and look for survivors!"
 
"Ech." Sable made a face at Tortuga like he'd just seen a particularly gross insect: eyes narrowed, nose scrunched, brow furrowed and lips drawn into a hard line. This man was tempting fate something fierce, and unlike before, he couldn't just go 'it's your funeral' and let the dice fall where they may. This was no quick-lien street job that he could ditch if the going got tough; this was an Atlesian job, with all the annoying protocol and chain of command and control collars to deal with. If things went tits up, this was very much all their funerals. So, after a few seconds to make his silent disdain clear, his expression softened into a scowl, which wasn't much different than his usual deadpan expression, and he scoffed, "Don't say I didn't tell you so..."

Another particularly annoying aspect of Atlesian jobs was the high and mighty way they liked to lord their confidential information over you. Granted, that wasn't exactly exclusive to official jobs. He'd need more than two hands to count how many times a simple job suddenly became complicated because a few fun facts weren't shared by the client. Still, he didn't like it then, he didn't like it now. Fortunately, he wouldn't have much time to stew. The bullhead was descending, slowing to a safe dropping pace not far from the Atlesian field camp.

Excepting Tortuga, Sable was the last one out of the dropship. At the door, Sable turned around, fired off a quick peace sign to the two pilots and his supervisor, shifted his weight to his heels, and dropped backwards off of the ship.

Rare was the occasion that Sable would have liked to be wrong--and this was certainly one of them--but this time, the consolation prize wasn't half bad. Even with the polar weather making a ruckus of its own, his big lupine ears could still catch wind of the mumbled curse. While it wasn't exactly 'I told you so', but it was damn near close. Glancing over his shoulder to trade a sly look with their escort as the man rushed past him in search of survivors, the faunus deadpanned: "'What's the worst that could happen?'"

Evidently, the answer was that the outpost would get hit.

"Hey." As she rushed into the scene, Henrietta would feel his hand grab hers, stopping her in her tracks and pulling her into Sable. Sadly, the burning buildings and the snowstorm did not make for very romantic scenery, even if his next words had a bit of an amorous first impression: "I need you."

Although what he needed her for proved a bit less romantic.

"You got an A on the last Grimm Studies pop quiz, right?" He thumbed to torn down watchtowers and breached fencing. "Let me know if you can think of anything that does damage like that. I'll check for tracks and get back to you when I'm done cleaning up this mess."

Like the others, Sable fanned out. However, his objective was slightly different. It wasn't the most heroic thing in the world, but he was a bit more concerned with finding out who did this rather than finding out who was left. So while he would keep an eye and an ear out for any signs of survivors, he put a not-insignificant amount of attention on watching the ground. Tracks would only get harder to see with all the snow piling up and the rescuers contaminating the scene...

Perception: 1D20+15 = [13]+15 = 28

Assisting Henri's Investigation: 1D20+5 = [10]+5 = 15
 
Already in a high pressure situation, Henri felt Sable take hold of her and pull her against him and completely shut down, a growing blush hidden behind her new goggles, even if they did make her look kind of bug-eyed. "I um...uh...it could be a lot of things...Beowolves are native to this area but they couldn't take down a tower that big on their own...m-maybe something airborne like a Manticore?"

Of course both Tortuga and Meg had already started to move, fanning out to clear more ground, Tortuga's Ace-Ops training included search and rescue (they were the best of the best, they had to be ready for anything) and while she would sooner be seen in public holding Sable's hand than admit it, Meg had a certain edge when it came to seeking out the injured. With everyone else bursting in to action around her, Lilac looked around for a second and then she simple closed her eyes.

And when she opened them again Remnant had stopped.

Lilac took a moment to giggle at Henri's flustered expression and skip around Tortuga frozen dynamically in mid-dash like a statue, she even took a moment to roll a snowball in her hand and shove it down the front of Meg's gi, that would show her for being such a meanie back on the airship! Except it wouldn't because obviously Meg wouldn't have no way to trace this back to the other girl, but it certainly made her feel better and with justice served she could get to work. She couldn't hold back the world forever but she still had plenty of time to sweep the entire compound.

Several subjective hours later the world began to turn again.

"Give me some good news kids." Tortuga's voice came over SABL's scrolls, both him and Meg had found people or what was left of them anyway, whoever had been staffing the outpost had either been torn to pieces, burned beyond recognition or shattered in to scattered shards.

"I found tracks, over here!"" Lilac was the first to reply around a mouthful of a candy bar she'd found before launching a blast from her weapon in to the air to bring the team to her location. If they followed the bright light the rest of the team would find Lilac standing by a fence that had a clean circular hole punched clean through it with large tracks on the other side heading out into the snow.

"Those are Ursa tracks." Meg observed, earning her an approving nod from Tortuga.

"That's a big Ursa...." Henri muttered.
 
Sable considered Henrietta's answer in silence, staring intently at her with one hand on her wrist and the other on her upper arm. The wolf faunus was a studious student, but by no means did that mean he was a particularly good student, as evidenced by the relationship between his impressively high stack of textbooks and impressively low testing scores. Grimm had always been an occasional inconvenience rather than quarry worth pursuing for its own sake; studying the theory wasn't worth his time until now, which brought to mind a persistent saying about old dogs...

But that was neither here nor there. Henrietta's answer sounded fine enough by his standards, so Sable let go of her wrist... only to put his now-freed hand on her shoulder just like its sibling. With the Bronze girl braced on both sides, Sable promptly spun her around and gave her a few dry pats on the small of her back. "Thank you for your service Miss Bronze~"

"Oh. But before you go, I've got one last thing to say." Suddenly, the hand that had been patting her on the back suddenly smacked her in the rump. "You gotta relax more!" Honestly, did the girl really think he couldn't feel the tension in her body? She was like a deer in the headlights, all big-eyed and stiff as a spear. He knew he could be a scary guy--especially to sheltered Atlesian heiresses who'd probably never spoken to a Faunus or Mantlesian, let alone both--but he wasn't that scary.

...Granted, his metric for scary was probably a bit different than most peoples'.

As he stepped away himself, Sable couldn't help but notice the tiny footprints in the snow, flitting about the encampment and encircling the rescuers, including him and Henrietta. Had those always been there? Tucking that strange detail in the back of his mind, the faunus set about his search.

"Well, you know what they say: someone's bad news is someone else's good news," Sable answered Tortuga dryly. Other than the Grimm, who'd gotten a very hearty breakfast in, the outlook was grim for the outpost. Even with his keen senses, the only thing Sable found was a cold and lonely wind. Nothing but crackling fire and sparking electronics greeted his keen lupine ears. Nothing but the scent of burning rubble and corpses filled his nose. It was nostalgic, in a way. Although the memories weren't entirely pleasant, especially considering the last time he got into a mess like that it was him being pulled out of the rubble. Fortunately, it seemed Lilac found something of note, and so Sable found himself gathering around a set of very large ursine tracks, which were gradually disappearing amidst the snowy Solitas wind.

"Big enough to drop a watchtower and clear an outpost on its own?" Sable cocked an eyebrow. Not content to simply admire the depth and breadth of the mighty footprint, the faunus crouched down, tracing the fading indentations in the snow with his keen, well-honed senses. Although he was not a true Hunstman, hunting was his wheelhouse and his prey was often much smaller than whatever had made these!

"Now let's see where you ran off to... Say, Ace Ops, what's the direction of that crash site again?"

Tracking Advantage (Perception): 1D20+15 = [15]+15 = 30
 
"You're welc..." Henri began to reply to her leader until she was suddenly spun around, ending her response with an abrupt squeak of surprise, but even she couldn't have predicted what was going to come next. Her leader pulling her so close was just about as near as she had ever gotten to a boy before and she was just about able to deal with that by freezing up and hoping to ride it out, so when she felt her his hand on her cute behind it was a little more than she could handle, letting out an undignified squawk she quickly tried to escape the situation and tripped over her own feet, falling forward and quickly meeting the ground.

Lying face down in the snow, Henri's mind slowly began to piece together what had just happened, which probably would have taken even longer if she realised that her behind was still stuck in the air pointing in Sable's direction.

She was just relieved that everyone had more important stuff to worry about right now...

"You're missing something." Meg said with more than a hint of smugness, tracing one finger along the hole in the fence "This is too clean to have been done by a Grimm, never mind what we found, this had to be Dust."

"Monsters don't use Dust though...?" Lilac raised the obvious question, the taller girl ignored her, it certainly wasn't because she didn't have an answer right now though.

Tortuga wasn't exactly sure what to make of the situation either but that didn't mean he didn't still have a job to do "I didn't." He replied to Sable "But I'm going to give you three guess and the first two don't count."
 
"So he makes a clean exit. Either way, the big bastard doesn't seem huge on knocking politely," Sable jabbed a thumb in the direction of the front gate. Unlike what Meg had pointed out, the front had been breached and toppled by something of great size and weight. Considering the turbulent approach and the clean getaway, the damage to the base was much more ambiguous. All the burning rubble and savaged bodies didn't exactly scream precision, but the difference between bundles of well-placed dust and a living wrecking ball was hard to tell for someone who wasn't intimately familiar with both. Still, by Sable's reckoning, if it was the same party coming in and out, then the entrance and exit would have been similar. It was a long shot considering what he knew of Grimm behavior, but he had a working theory already: "The tracks lead out and the cut was clean. Smells like some kind of collusion to me. I'd reckon someone used the big one as a distraction to clear the base so they can scavenge the drop zone in peace. Wouldn't be too surprised if pet Grimm make as good hunting dogs as anything else. "

With his conjecture laid out, Sable then considered Tortuga's answer for a moment, and then replied with a firm nod. Even without explicit confirmation, it was enough for the pieces to fit together.

"Don't you worry, Ace Ops. I've got it all worked out: these tracks lead right to a settlement of brave Hunstmen who have already defeated the beast and are currently preparing a hearty meal with enough seats for five," Sable guessed sarcastically. With a serious expression plastered firmly to his face, the faunus glanced at each of his team members, Henrietta excluded, to gauge their expressions. Then he shrugged. "Tough crowd. But a guy's allowed to dream."

"The prof said that Grimm are attracted to negative emotions. Must be a bunch of locals who just saw their grifball team whiff it during playoffs. I'd be pretty miffed if that happened." That was his second strike that didn't count. This time, the follow-up came much more promptly: "Or, y'know, if my airship got dropped and I got stuck in the middle of nowhere."

"Well, time's-a-wastin'." Sable stood up from his crouched position and stretched out his arms. He had already written any of the criminals off as eaten in his mind, but there was a slim chance that the Grimm hadn't gotten to them just yet and he supposed he ought to hustle just in case. "I'll lead. Watch my back."
 
"PET GRIMM?!" All of a sudden Lilac was up in Sable's face, bouncing up and down excitedly in front of him, her eyes sparkling with childish excitement "Can we get one?! We can keep it in the dorm and I'll take it for walks every day!"

Tortuga watched the ridiculousness play out in front of him but didn't actually say anything, he wasn't her leader and this was going to be a good learning experience in team management for Sable, or something like anyway. Either way this was just the sort of distraction that Henri needed to rejoin the group and hope that nobody would ask too many questions about what she'd been doing while she brushed the last of the snow off the front of her combat uniform.

It obviously goes without saying that Meg had absolutely no time for her leader's attempt at comedy, the fact that he would even think of something like that in a time like this was one thing but to do it in front of one of the Ace-Ops! Of course having an outburst right now would also be inappropriate so she just settled for seething behind her mask and trying to look like she was above that sort of thing.

Of course with Sable's comedy set over and done with it was time to head out, trudging off in to the wilderness before the tracks to their quarry could be covered by the falling snow. Following his lead the girls fell in to position behind him with Tortuga hauling the shield off his back and taking up a position at the rear, it wasn't that he expected any attacks from where they had just been but it was all the better to monitor SABL.

Once the ruined outpost had become little more than a spec in the distance behind them it wouldn't be long until Sable's lupine ears picked up some sounds that he certainly wouldn't expect to hear this far out in the frigid wild...

"I'm telling you, this is a waste of time."

"What do you mean? All that Dust on the ground's gonna be easy pickings."

"And the Ring'll have our asses for taking what's theirs."

"Not if we bring it back to them~"

Roll Expertise:Criminal!
 
Rather than recoil from the sudden violation of his personal space, Sable simply looked over to the others, expectant but deadpan. When it became abundantly clear that that nobody was interested in helping him with the purple terror, he rolled his eyes and turned back to the starry eyed student. Then he jabbed out a finger, which landed squarely on the center of Lilac's forehead as she reached the crest of her next bounce.

"You trying to yank my chain or something? Obviously not," Sable crossed his arms, voiced tinged with all the expected, disappointed disbelief. "First off, pets aren't allowed in the dorms. Second, it'll eat all our classmates. You really wanna be the one to explain to Ironwood why half of GLNT is in your pet's stomach?" He paused and seemed to linger on that thought for a second. Then he continued. "Most importantly, you can't even catch one."

"Anyway, come on. We're burning daylight out here." Grabbing the problem-child by the wrist, Sable beckoned for the others to follow and trudged forwards into the snow.

When his ears caught wind of the voices, he stuck out his hand, palm spread. Then he looked over his shoulder, brought a finger to his lips, and crouched down. It was a fairly universal gesture telling them all to stop and shut up and get low. His ears twitched, turning in the direction of the voices, cutting through the whistling wind...

'Ah, shit.'

He raised two fingers. One finger fell so only his middle finger was up. Then he closed his fist. One finger was followed by a hand at an angle, parallel with his ears. His fist closed. Another finger, then a flat hand over his head pushing his ears down. Although the middle finger was a bit unnecessary and insulting, the meaning should have been mostly clear to everyone: 'Two people. One faunus. One human.'

His next hand signals were a bit more complicated: a lot of pointing and sweeping, two-handed gesticulations trying to convey complex battle strategy. Alas, it became readily apparent to Sable that his signalling didn't mean anything to most of the group. Although Tortuga and anyone else well-versed it in might have recognized that his gestures were similar to a corrupted form of the Atlesian tactical signalling, and that they were essentially an elaborate ambush plan.

"Fuck it," he sighed. With his voice a low whisper, the faunus explained, "We've got tourists looking for souvenirs. If we hustle, we can cut in front of them and play keep away."

"Or," he unholstered Twilight's Fang, configuring the weapon to its long ranged rifle form. "You lot can go ahead while I scare 'em off now."
 
But...but Sable had said...

Pouting with disappointment Lilac nevertheless fell in to line with the rest of her team with only a grumbling "They'd deserve it tho...." but still, her leader had planted the seed of an idea in her mind, maybe if she could find a way to catch a grimm then she could keep it! With that thought she was back to bouncing through the snow towards their goal seemingly immune to the cold in their combat skirt.

Now not many of the group actually knew Atlesian tactical signalling, Tortuga obviously did and Meg had a passing familiarity with it, but they all knew the signals for 'Stop' and obligingly crouched down in to snow.

"No point in leaving something behind that could bite us in the ass." Torgtuga replied, his voice a low whisper to match Sable's own. "But don't think I'm letting you wander off on your own. We'll split into two teams, you take one of the girls and scare these guys off." He wasn't exactly sure if that was a euphemism or not, but it wasn't like Special Operatives always kept their hands clean anyway "The rest of us will keep moving towards the objective while we can still follow the tracks."

The other three members of team SABL looked towards their leader with their own mix of eagerness, nerves and silently praying they weren't going to be it. There was no prize for guessing which one belonged to which.
 
Sable stared at Meg. Oh Brothers, he was staring at Meg. It only made sense, after all. She was the second best fighter here, a perfect partner to watch his back while the majority went ahead with the experienced veteran. Worse than that, it meant deferring to his judgement, no questions asked. No doubt the uncouth faunus just wanted to see her squirm a bit, and what better way to do that than this?

As if to seal someone's fate, Sable raised his hand, beckoning the lucky girl to follow him with his index finger.

"Goggles, you're with me." Sable announced, attention suddenly snapping to Henrietta. Long range support would be more valuable for his purposes; he didn't plan on starting a head-to-head fight if he didn't need to, and both Megara and Lilac were more comfortable at closer ranges than he preferred for this outing. "Rest of you better not screw up while we're gone," He waved his hand dismissively. "Go on. Get."

Red eyes shining like a beast's in the night, the faunus and his assistant went off their separate ways...

"We're going to sneak around in front of them," Sable whispered as they circled over to their target's flank. He'd abandoned the idea of signalling, and instead just opted to keep his voice down while explaining the situation to his partner. "When we start the party, the big lug'll try to nail us with his minigun. But the one you need to worry about is the faunus. He makes duplicates. I heard them talking about it earlier."

Of course, his knowledge of the two was built on a bit more than hearsay, but Sable wasn't going to go out of his way to out himself like that. He didn't know if his collar had a taboo on taking out criminals, but he knew that if he started talking about his deal, the cute little redhead overseeing him might flick the switch.

"The plan is shoot-and-scoot," Sable explained. He ducked behind a tree and wiped the condensation off his weapon's scope. "We shoot. Then we scoot. I'll carry you if you can't keep up." He leaned against the stock of his rifle, lining up his sights. "I'd love a clean win, but we'll call it mission accomplished if we run them off long enough for the rest to radio back."

His finger rested over the trigger, waiting to get a sightline on the approaching voices. "Ready?"
 
"Right!" As his finger pointed towards her Henri stood to attention, well she tensed up, but that was pretty much the same thing right? Regardless of Sable's tactical reasoning Lilac was a little disheartened, but only for a moment, she was still 100% sure that she was his favourite anyway and of course Meg was silently thanking whatever gods were listening that it hadn't been her. With Sable out of the way for a little while she could show their Ace-Ops chaperones what a real leader was supposed to look like, of course that would mean having to deal with Lilac...

Truly being Megara Aegean was suffering.

Heading their separate ways Henri followed her leader, clutching her cane in front of her as she diligently listened to the plan, she would much rather they were hunting down Grimm than facing off against armed men (at least she assumed they were men) but her combat glasses did a good job of hiding whatever apprehension she felt. Proving his choice of assistant even more correct Henri didn't seem half bad at keeping herself out of sight but unfortunately sneaking around the Bronze family manor wasn't quite a match for criminals whose lives depended on not letting someone get the drop on them.

Ahead of them, the Racoon faunus' ears pricked up and he span round, looking straight at where Henri was crouching low "I see you there girly! Don't move a muscle!"

Reaching up with one arm he touched his partner in crime on the shoulder and where once there was only one of the hulking man there was now five "Go get her and try not to rough her up too much. If someone's after our score I want to know who." He order, pointing to where the girl was now frozen in position with his free hand.

With only a single grunt of acknowledge four of them hefted their enormous axes on to their shoulder like they were nothing and began to lumber forward through the snow towards them.
 
"Oh, damn it all...!" Sable cursed beneath his breath, eyes rolling with unbidden frustration. Just his luck that things would go sideways like this. The only consolation was that they hadn't noticed him yet, which meant the plan only had to change just a little bit. Shooting the clones would be a waste of his surprise. It was better to gun down the source of his problems directly, so he lined the raccoon up with the crosshairs of his rifle.

"Don't just stand there...!" Sable ordered breathlessly. He couldn't believe that his teammate was still at a loss, even as the squad of clones marched towards them. This must've been what happened when you lived as comfortably as Atlesians did: they didn't know how to act when things didn't go their way! "Wind Dust. Now."

Whether he meant for her to conjure up a cloud to obscure their presence or a gale to blow them back hardly mattered. He had his target in his sights, and with a squeeze of the trigger, he was ready to announce his presence with a BANG!
 
Two shots rang out in rapid succession from the barrel of Sable's marksman rifle: one for the head and one for the center of mass. If his bullets didn't drop the crook outright, then surely they would pound his threat into his thick skull. Unfortunately, it seemed Razz's head was a bit too thick, and rather than making for the hills, the dumb raccoon decided to stand his ground with his five burly men. What a pain in the ass!

"Suit yourself," Sable snorted, an almost vicious grimace spreading across his face. Practiced hands adjusted their grip, steadily and rapidly reacquiring his target with ease. "It's your funeral."

Another set of shots rang out, still targeting the brains of the operation. Even he couldn't decide if that was the right call, since it was still in the air if the big brute could tell his number was up the moment his partner fell.

With his parting blows given, Sable angled for a tactical retreat. The numbers weren't exactly in their favor, but distance and surprise ought to work for him and Henrietta, as long as she had the mind to follow his lead. Unfortunately, it was readily apparent that the meek little heiress was as flatfooted as they were, and she didn't have the benefit of experience to carry her instincts. Alas, leaving his partner was out of the question--Atlas would have his head if that happened--so he fell back to a point where could watch over her, taking cover in the treeline.

Standard Action: -2/+2 Power Shooting at Razz: 1D20+8 = [17]+8 = 25 DC23 vs Toughness
Move Action: Falling back as far as Henrietta can and taking cover.
Free Action: Nah.
Condition: Healthy
 
Sable's first shot struck the criminal fanus dead on, and would have dropped an ordinary person, but unfortunately this was Remnant and the brunt of the impact was absorbed by Razz's aura. His next volley didn't even make it that far as Sal stepped up and put himself in the line of fire, absorbing the shot with his enormous bulk and muscle.

Tracing the shots back to their point of origin, a distant flicker of recognition played across Razz's face for a moment "Where have I seen that face before?" He said out loud snapping his fingers to try and conjure some kind of answer. When one failed to materialise he looked up towards his partner in crime "Do you know him?" He asked only to be met with a shrug from Sal. "Whatever, we'll work it out later, do what you want to the girl but try and keep the Faunus alive. Unless he pisses you off."

That was as good a plan as any as far as Sal was concerned and the air was filled with the sound of mechanical clicking and shifting as the four duplicates transformed their enormous axes in to equally menacing gatling guns and with a grin on their faces they opened fire, shredding the nearby trees in a hail of bullets while Raz withdrew a pistol from a holster on his back and took a potshot at Sable with a Gravity Dust round just in case he got any ideas about fleeing before they had a chance to work out exactly where they'd seen his face before...

"W-Wind d..." Henri didn't have time to whip up a swirling defensive wall before the air around her was filled with bullets, drowning out the sounds of her shrieks as it forced her backwards and took heavy chunks out of her aura, then with an almost imperceptible flicker in her defensive shield she stopped.

Letting out a low growl she ducked low and charged forwards towards the wall of muscle and bullets in front of her, twisting her wrist and discarding the body of her cane to reveal a wavy black blade before leaping at the nearest thug, a wide grin plastered on her face bouncing from one to the other and sending them toppling to the ground where they shattered like spent aura until the last one managed to force her back with the swing of one enormous hand.

"What the fuck? Where'd they go?" She said in confusion, pulling off her goggles and throwing them in to the snow "I wasn't finished with those!"

Sal
Standard N/A
Move N/A

Sal (Duplicate) #1
Standard Attack Sable & Henrietta with Unload. DC20 Defence & then DC25/20 Toughness vs Damage
Move Dazed

Sal (Duplicate) #2
Standard Attack Sable & Henrietta with Unload. DC20 Defence & then DC25/20 Toughness vs Damage
Move Dazed

Sal (Duplicate) #3
Standard Attack Sable & Henrietta with Unload. DC20 Defence & then DC25/20 Toughness vs Damage
Move Dazed

Sal (Duplicate) #4
Standard Attack Sable & Henrietta with Unload. DC20 Defence & then DC25/20 Toughness vs Damage
Move Dazed

Razz
Standard Attack Sable Razz Gravity Dust: 1D20+14 = [10]+14 = 24 DC16 Fortitude vs Physically Dazed/Physically Stunned if that hits.
Move Dazed

Henrietta
Extra Effort Power Stunt 'Aura-Breaking Beating' Damage gains Alternate Resistance:Defence Linked to Affliction 8 (Impaired/Disabled/Incapacitated)(Alternate Resistance:Defence)
Standard All-Out Attack +5 Charge the Sal Duplicates with Takedown 2
Henrietta Aura Breaking Beating: 1D20+13 = [2]+13 = 15, 1D20+13 = [7]+13 = 20, 1D20+13 = [3]+13 = 16, 1D20+13 = [13]+13 = 26 DC23/18 Defence vs Damage & Impaired/Disabled/Incapacitated if that hits. Henrietta heals for Henrietta Bloodlust: 1D20+8 = [3]+8 = 11 if any of them fail their save.
Move Staggered

Status
Sable Fine
Sal Fine (1 Duplicate Left)
Razz Bruised x1
Henrietta -5 Defence/Staggered/Fatigued
 
Ah fuck.

Sable really wished he hadn't heard that.

First his teammate ruins a perfectly good ambush. Then some two-lien thugs finally decide they want to exert just enough critical thinking to make things inconvenient. Truly, there was no end to the faunus' troubles; although he'd wager that Razz's line would prove to be much more unfortunate for him and his partner when all was said and done. Like always, a smooth-sailing plan was turning out to be a goddamn mess, but Sable was nothing if not adaptable. He was confident he could make Henrietta keep her mouth shut if things were said that needn't be said.

Before he could worry about that, he had to put down his quarry now-more-than-ever, and unfortunately, a worrying remark was not the only thing he'd heard from the criminals.

Whistling shots cut through their air, fired by a line of phantom gunmen. The bark at his back served as Sable's only defense as bullets shredded the treeline, filling the air with snow, splinters, and the excessive sound of RATATATAT!, amplified fourfold. Sound carried well in the tundra; no doubt the criminals' ballistic chorus was audible miles out. Sable could only imagine what the other members of their team might be thinking right about now.

He was thinking about Henrietta, personally. Last he'd heard of the girl was a pathetic little whimper, drowned out by gunfire--an indication that could only suggest that she had not, in fact, used her wind dust. Fortunately, the faunus could take solace in the fact she wasn't dead, if the readout on her scroll was anything to go by. Unfortunately, she was getting real damn close; the bar was emptying out faster than the owner could scream 'last call'!

Half-annoyed and half-anxious, Sable peeked past the wooden barricade... and promptly took a pair of bullets right in the aura without much to say for it. Ouch.

'It serves me right for trying,' he thought dryly, planting his back against the tree like it was the world's worst massage chair. Keeping a cool head in a situation like this was important. He didn't see Henrietta laid out like a corpse on the curbside, and her aura readings were stable.

All he could do now was wait for the signal and hope Henrietta had the good sense not to die on him. Damned if he was gonna let his comfortable school life get thrown off-course by a dumb raccoon and bunch of meatheads with gatling guns!

Click. A single noise, audible above the ringing left in the wake of that cacophonous attack. Just one? He was expecting four. But if Henrietta had managed to quietly deal with three while he wasn't looking, then he wasn't about to look that gift horse in the mouth. With only a few precious seconds of silence before the next wave began, he wasn't about to look the gift horse in the mouth, and before the cloud of snowy debris could settle, Sable sprung into action.

"Can't believe my ears. Henrietta Bronze swearing? Naughty, naughty."

By design, Henrietta could see him, but for those enemies so curious about his face, his existence had been wiped clean from the canvas of their minds, as if he were not there in the first place. Neither the image of his silhouette nor the crunch of snow beneath his feet followed his shadowless steps. His aura shimmered and shifted, semblance finally brought to bear for the first time in weeks, albeit still far from its true potential. Desperate times called for desperate measures, but these times were not nearly that desperate. The Atlesian brass already knew he had some kind of selective invisibility, and he was intent on keeping it that way.

"You're not outta the woods yet, Potty Mouth," Sable grabbed the confused student and quickly swept her into his arms with little romance or fanfare. Something had changed her demeanor, but they didn't have time for him to play therapist. Vicious women were something of a specialty of his. Best to just channel that energy to something more productive than swinging her sword aimlessly into the forest. "Come on. We've got a score to settle."

It was a balance of risks, but contrary to popular belief, the safest place to be was right up close. Clumsy weapons like Sal's didn't work as well if you had to account for your friends being in the way, and Sable was counting on that. So instead of running off, exposing their backs to gunfire, he brought the fight to their enemies. To them, it would appear as if Henrietta had suddenly leapt into their midst, raring to continue her fight.

Henrietta, freshly dropped off, would see Sable, hands freshly free, suddenly lash out at the Fake Sal with his halberd, leveraging it's reach with just enough commitment to hurt the big guy, but not enough commitment that he couldn't reroute his angle midswing--an attack meant to adapt to however his enemies opted to react. "Go wild." He glanced over his shoulder. "I'll cover you."

Note: Sable was behind Partial Cover (tree) so he gets another +2 to the AOE mitigation roll.

Defense vs AOE 1: 1D20+8= [6]+8= 14 vs 20: Full
Toughness vs AOE 1: 1D20+10 = [11]+10 = 21 vs 25: Bruised
Defense vs AOE 2: 1D20+8= [18]+8= 26 vs 20: Half
Toughness vs AOE 2: 1D20+9 = [14]+9 = 23 vs 20: Resisted
Defense vs AOE 3: 1D20+8 = [7]+8 = 15 vs 20: Full
Toughness vs AOE 3: 1D20+9 = [11]+9 = 20 vs 25: Bruised
Defense vs AOE 4: 1D20+8 = [12]+8 = 20 vs 20: Half
Toughness vs AOE 4: 1D20+8 = [15]+8 = 23 vs 20: Resisted
Toughness vs Razz's Attack: 1D20+8 = [12]+8 = 20 vs 16: Resisted

Free Action: Activate Concealment 10.
Move Action: Move into reach, picking up Henrietta on the way.
Standard Action: Reach -5/+5 Power Attack vs Fake Sal: 1D20+3 = [19]+3 = 22 DC28 vs Toughness linked with Reach Close Reflect 6 on Henrietta.
Condition: Bruised x2, Totally Concealed to all enemy senses (DC20 Will if they are aware he is there and spend an action to actively look for him)
Hero Points: 2
 
Live combat was wild and unpredictable, a world away from the cordial and controlled sparring of the Academy, in the blink of an eye the numbers advantage of the two criminals had vanished, a trio of the duplicates savagely dispatched by Henri of all people with the final bulky goon shattering under Sable's halberd.

Still frustrated by her unsatisfactory pop of Razz's duplicates Henri just about had time to give Sable a very unladylike gesture when she found herself scooped up in his arms. Sable might have been expecting her to freeze up when he did it, a simple hand on her head had been good enough to do it before and any other time he would have been right but not today, instead he was met with an angry and indignant "Put me down Bastard!"

Lucky she was already back on her feet again before she had had the time to try and reverse her grip on her blade and drive it in to his gut. "Okay, I don't know who the fuck you think you are..." She began when Sal tried to cleave her in two with his enormous axe only for Sable to intervene and save her from a very painful haircut "...you're on my side, close enough. Touch me again and I'm taking whichever limb I think you like the best."

While Sal was more than happy to be up close and swinging his axe again Razz was much happier taking potshots with his pistol but a new wave of meatshields would certainly put his mind at ease. "You're brave kid, I'll give you that, not too smart though." He taunted the pair "I can do this all day!" With a laugh he slapped his ally on the back, the light from his aura intensifying and spreading across the ground until it spawned another quartet of mean bulky enforcers.

"Forget covering me! That rat is going to keep doing until we put in the ground!" Henri yelled before hurling herself at the duplicates with murder in her eyes.

Sal
Standard Attack Henri Sal Overpower: 1D20+5 = [10]+5 = 15 DC30/25 Toughness vs Damage/Weaken Toughness. Sable Deflect: 1D10+16 = [8]+16 = 24
Move N/A

Razz
Standard+Move Duplicate Sal, Razz is Vulnerable until his next turn.

Henrietta
Move Staggered
Standard All-Out/Power Attack +5 the Duplicates with Takedown 2 and remembering that she can Take 10 to hit them because they're Minions, DC28/23 Defence vs Damage & Impaired/Disabled/Incapacitated. Henrietta heals Henrietta Bloodlust: 1D20+8 = [10]+8 = 18
Sal Defence vs DC28/23: 1D20+5 = [11]+5 = 16
1D20+5 = [10]+5 = 15
1D20+5 = [13]+5 = 18
1D20+5 = [19]+5 = 24
Status
Sable Bruised x2
Sal Fine
Razz Vulnerable/Bruised x1
Henrietta Dazed/Fatigued
 
Curses, threats, and obscenities flashed in his face. If he didn't know better, Sable would have thought he picked up the wrong girl from the snowbank. This one wasn't keen on wearing her glasses, but with the cute brown bob, the dust cane, and the family crest on her coat (and not to mention the location) there was no way this wasn't the Henrietta he knew... just not in any way that he knew her. Unfortunately, they weren't in any position for a proper explanation; there wasn't enough time and there were too many enemies to be concerned about something so frivolous. As long as she was an enemy of his enemy, she was his friend.

Although, if he were being completely honest, all her bluster was grating on his nerves. Did she really have to squirm so much in his arms? He almost found himself almost missing the Henrietta who would freeze up like deer in the headlights. She was much easier to carry and far less inclined to carelessly snark at him in dangerous situations.

"Suit yourself."

He dropped Henrietta unceremoniously, and as her feet hit the ground, so too was he hit by a mild sense of deja vu. This heiress managed to land on both feet, though. The same couldn't be said for Ms. Merlot. And unlike that time, he had bigger consequences than a loss on his record if things went south here...

"All that gunfire must've rattled your brain, Rich Girl. I'm your team leader. Your boss. Your master." His halberd suddely lashed out at his hapless, belligerent partner, catching her with the backspike and hooking away from the thug's overpowering blow. "Your damn guardian angel. Pick a title, I'm not choosey. And if you keep talking to me like that, you'll be taking something from me, alright.

Without missing a beat, Sable rushed past Henrietta, using the haft of Sal's axe as a springboard to launch into the air above him. Muscles tensed and twisted as a gunshot rang out, levying a spinning blow down the larger man's vulnerable spine, freshly exposed by his overcommited strike. "Dumb and slow," he spat from a clean three-point landing. "No wonder your partner needs five of you to get the job done."

He didn't need Henrietta barking advice into his ear to know that his next target was the rodent himself. "Lucky for me," Sable snarled, hurtling forward with his axe aimed to cut across the raccoon's neck. "The days are shorter up north."


Free Action: Reflect against Sal: 1D20+8 = [15]+8 = 23 DC30 Toughness vs Damage
Move Action: Demoralize (Taunt) Real Sal Deception: 1D20+10 = [9]+10 = 19 vs Deception, Insight, or Will.
Standard Action: Power Attack -5/+5 vs Razz: 1D20+3 = [16]+3 = 19 DC28 Toughness vs Damage
Condition: Bruised x2
Hero Points: 2
 
Henri through her head back and let out a barking laugh clearly not taking anything that her team leader said particularly seriously, though he could take some small amount of satisfaction in how yanking her backwards out of harm's way cut her off with a strangled yelp. Completely forgetting about the people that had been trying to kill them, she span round giving him a glare with all the murder but none of the restraint that he got from Meg.

"What the hell is your...?!"

And then he darted passed her, striking Sal and causing him to howl out in pain with his counterattack, almost doubling the larger man over in pain as his aura sparked and flicked so a split second.

All at once her demeanor shifted and she cast an appraising gaze over him, losing none of the feral glint in her eye "Okay I can work with this 'Boss'"

Sable might have struck him a solid blow but Sal wasn't about to go down without a fight, roaring in anger he turned his attention to the smaller boy and swung out with his enormous axe, looking to cleave him in two with a single vicious swing!

"Hey! What did I say about keeping the fuzzy one alive?" Razz reprimanded his partner in crime and just received a very unfriendly gesture and a grunt for his troubles (looks like Sable wasn't the only one having problems with insubordination), still he wasn't going to let that stop him from making a whole bunch more of him, after all those ones had to do what he told them.

"So if you're in charge that means she made it through the entrance exam right?" Henri didn't seem to be particular bothered about Sal or his enormous weapon, it wasn't like it was being pointed at her right now and as far as she was concerned if Sable couldn't handle one little potentially fatal injury well then that meant there was a job opening. "I swear I thought I was gonna have to do it. You had to carry her right? Ugh it's been so long! Wanna bet the rat can't make more goons if his boyfriend isn't breathing?"

Henri was bored playing crowd control with the endless stream of fake Sal's, they were about as satisfying to deal with as a bunch of balloons, now she was going to deal with the problem at the source. Leaping onto the giant's shoulders she steadied herself with her legs around his broad shoulders and just starting stabbing.

Sal
Move Staggered
Standard Accurate Attack +2 Sable Sal Overwhelm: 1D20+7 = [15]+7 = 22 DC28/23 Toughness vs Damage & Impaired/Disabled/Incapacitated if that hits.

Razz
Standard+Move Duplicate Sal, Razz is Vulnerable until his next turn.

Henrietta
Move Dazed
Standard All-Out/Power Attack +5 Sal Henrietta Aura Breaking Beating: 1D20+8 = [11]+8 = 19 DC28/23 Defence vs Damage & Impaired/Disabled/Incapacitated if that hits.
Sal Defence vs DC28/23: 1D20+2 = [6]+2 = 8 Incapacitated
Status
Sable Bruised x2
Sal Staggered/INCAPACITATED/Bruised x1 (Copies x4)
Razz Vulnerable/Bruised x2
Henrietta Dazed/Fatigued
 
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Boss, huh? He could get used to that. Maybe he would've even appreciated it if it weren't accompanied by such a killer glare. It certainly wasn't the worst thing he'd ever been called. It could have been Boy. Or Pup. Or Dumb Orphan. By comparison, 'Fuzzy One' wasn't nearly as respectable, and that very mild insult was simply adding to his increasingly long list of grievances against the other fuzzy one out here.

Speaking of which.

Twilight's Fang sank into Razz's collarbone, knocking the raccoon to a knee. Blunted by the bulwark of his opponent's aura, Sable's first blow failed to fell the criminal completely. Resolving not to make the same mistake twice, he raised Twilight's Fang overhead, ready to bring it down with brutal finality, only for the whistling blade to take him off balance.

"Argh! Fuck! Aren't you... supposed to be dead!?" Sharp pain blossomed across his side, fading into a dull ache as his pale aura wavered. The butt of Twilight's Fang stabbed into the snow, bracing the faunus as his elbow and knee slammed into the flat of the axe, pinning the offending implement between his trembling limbs. Chill air entered his lungs through deep, heavy breaths, and it was only when Henrietta took the chance to pounce upon his attacker that Sable relinquished his vicegrip on the battleaxe.

Sadly, his inability to follow up meant he had to contend with four more Sals, spawned in the precious seconds of his weakness. There were too many unknowns and too much damage. He couldn't afford to take his time anymore. He had to do this quickly and safely. That meant getting down and dirty with the master.

"That's not how that works," Sable spat, kicking up flurries of snow as he lunged for his quarry and his outstretched arm. "If you want to break the semblance..."

Sable reached out, grasping the raccoon's wrist. A single click retracted his weapon's haft until he could hold the spiked head in a single hand, and a harsh yank guided his enemy along the line of his outstretched appendage, right into the wolf just waiting to rain down hurt on an exposed enemy.

"...You have to break the huntsman!"

Sal's attack beats DC18 Defense
Toughness vs Damage: 1D20+8 = [9]+8 = 17 vs 28 Dazed and Bruised
Toughness vs Impaired/Disabled/Incapacitated: 1D20+7 = [15]+7 = 22 vs 23 Impaired

Move: Dazed
Standard: All Out Power Attack (-2/+5) Retaliating Blow vs Razz: 1D20+6 = [11]+6 = 17 DC28 w/ Deflect and Reflect on Himself
Condition: Bruised x3, Impaired, Defense -5, Deflection
Hero Points: 2
 
"Working on it!" Henrietta yelled back at Sable when he objected to Sal still drawing breath, though it wasn't like it wasn't something that she was going to do anyway, so he shouldn't get any kind of ideas that she was going to follow orders or anything, gleefully thrusting her blade again and again in to the large criminal. Even if the existence of Aura and lack of bleeding that went with it really cramped her style.

"Holy..." Razz was caught off guard for a second as he watched his muscle get taken out in a few seconds by a tiny slip of a girl, which was all the opening that Sable needed to rain down blows on his already vulnerable opponent, by the time he'd managed to pull himself free of his grip his own Aura was already beginning to flicker and a few seconds later Sal hit the ground.

"What the hell?! You can't even handle one crazy bitch?!" Razz yelled impotently at his unconscious associate before turning his attention to the duplicate that were still standing "You idiots protect me!"

Giving the unconscious Sal one last unceremonious kick, Henri let out another laugh, her attention now on the raccoon Faunus "Oh I am way worse than crazy Rat."

"I'm a raccoon! The criminal retorted indignantly.

"Whatever. Take him out but keep him awake." Giving Sable an order of her own she threw herself back at the remaining duplicates, she figured that the rat would be a lot less cocky without any of his bodyguards around.

Razz
Standard Order Duplicates
Move Staggered
EE Standard Use Recover Action

Henrietta
Standard All-Out/Power Attack +5 the Duplicates with Takedown 2 and Taking 10 to hit them because they're Minions, DC28/23 Defence vs Damage & Impaired/Disabled/Incapacitated.
Sal Defence vs DC28/23: 1D20+5 = [18]+5 = 23
1D20+5 = [2]+5 = 7
1D20+5 = [12]+5 = 17
1D20+5 = [19]+5 = 24
Status
Sable Bruised x2
Sal Staggered/INCAPACITATED/Bruised x1
Razz Fatigued/Bruised x3
Henrietta -5 Defence/Fatigued
 
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