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(Scion: The Mists of Goldengate) Ch. 1: Hot Nights at Cache Creek

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Chase smiled widely as he watched the chainsaw wielding maniac fall to their combined assault, glad that the odds were slightly less against them now. Something moving out of the corner of his eye made him look, and he saw a frankly beautiful woman begin to gyrate on one of the tables. While clearly not a professional, her stellar body more than made up for any hesitance in her movements.

He then saw another of them yelling about he had something, holding up some kind of stick with a tone of victory. That didn't last long though, as another guy jumped up on top of him, acting as though the much larger creature was a set of monkey bars. Seeing an opportunity to foil whatever plans the modern horseman might have, Chase crept up behind the bar and up to his back. Waiting a moment, he found the perfect time to act when an arm came up to swat at the other demigod, and Chase quickly reached out to grab the painted stick. 'Yoink,' he thought but carefully didn't say, before starting to back away.

Wits + Stealth = 2. Spent 1 L.P to reroll and got 4
Dex + Brawl = 4
Chase Benoit
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The third horseman felt as if he were moving in a dream, swimming in slow motion through an endless sea of frozen time towards the object of his lust. What was happening? A moment of superhuman will from a being of small mind and petty heart? A slip of confidence from a girl yet to truly master her inhuman beauty?

Somehow, for a brief moment, the third horseman became an instrument of fate. His rear tire kicked up burned rubber so slowly he could see the smoke drifting up from the ground in his own rear view mirror. The madness raging all around him advanced so slowly it almost ground to a halt...

Or perhaps he just wasn't looking.

Forwards he crept.

Nanosecond by nanosecond.

Towards the object of his lust...

And then his terribly strong arms had the beautiful stud en of Egyptology around the waist. Time roared and screeched to normal speed and beyond as he pulled his prize onto his seat and spun away, rocketing out the door of the bar!

* * *

“What the fu...?” Evan gasped, then again, “What the fu...”

He gave up. Never had been any good at cursing! The Shaman's Aprentice raced across the room, chair leg in hand, charging the fifth horseman—an unnatural monstrosity armed with one of the most deadly handguns ever made. Evan saw the horesman turning, briging up that really, realy, really big gun!

Evan veered to the right, leaped on a table. From the table, he soared over the horseman, and then spun with the chair leg in both hands to bring it down on the horseman's head!

The chair leg shattered into a cloud of splinters, and the horseman threw back his head, laughing loud and long!
 
“Frak!” Zack gasped as a situation he'd thought was under control went mad again.

Is that guy mortal? shot through his head when he noticed Evan's daring do—but distinct lack of superhuman prowess. Why the hell didn't he take a page from Heidi's book and stay under a table?

The flash of thought almost got the black man brained with a wrench. He ducked at the last second, went lower, then flung himself up at the horseman's gut, spatha leading!

The sword buried in the horseman's gut up to the ivory hilt, and he gave a pained roar!

“What does it take to kill you bastards?” Zack gasped as he twisted the blade and tried to jerk it back out.

“You haven't got it, godling!” the horseman replied, though the blood and oil frothing out of his lips sugested that his words had at least something to do with bravado moreso than truth. He reved his engine hard, bearing down on Zack, driving the blade further into his own body to pin it's wielder. A bounce and then his front wheel came down on Zack's hip, driving him to the ground, where the seventh horseman prompty ran him over.

“Huh,” the injured brute snarled, spinning around to face the room—though he noted that the room seemed to him to be spinning on it's own, and he still had a sword in him--”how do you like that, boy?”

Zack burns legend like its going out of style to drop horseman seven to his last -2 health level.
Horseman 7 responds with a Malice channel on a brawl attack, which hits but does no damage.
 
Released from Lilian's spell, the 5th horseman powered up to the bar, searching for the old art piece his dying comrade had held just a moment before. Unable to find it, he turned screeching away, trying to get out of the bar a grimace of hate curling his face.

He was about to pass right by Heidi, who was finally fully decked out!

The sixth horseman reared up and looked back and forth. He leveled his desert eagle at Sulema and squeezed off a shot, hoping he could hurt her enough to release his friend without completely ruining the girl-flesh...

5 successes to hit Sulema?

10 Heidi, "Melisa Fox", Sulema, Horseman 8-9 (Inactive), Jenifer (Guard), Horsman 2 (Inactive)
11 Horseman 7, Chase, Evan
12 Horseman 5
13 Tommy, Zack
14 Horsman 6
15
16 Horseman 4

Tag Heidi, “Melisa” and Sulema
 
He was hers and now all she had to do was capitalize. Drawing him in with a come-hitherto curl of her finger, she needed him to block their advance, the others seemed to be doing well, she hoped they were able to keep up the good work. She could tend to the injured and scarred after. She stepped forward to meet his advance, taking his jaw in her hands. “All yours, I wonder what mounting you will feel like. They say you’re hung like a horse. Can you really use it like a kickstand? No, please, allow me to favor your view.” Her own hand holding his view locked to hers.

“We could ride, mmmm, to such pleasurable heights together.” The words paint images, and Sulema played on them as she caressed his cheek and turned his gaze to keep hers in line as she steps between himself and the wall. She stroked the saddle before she hiked her skirt and threw her leg over the seat, making sure to rub her bare nethers against the leather, sure he could feel her moistenings.

As she leaned back as she threw her leg over the seat, the shot bore between her breasts, beneath her right up the valley and over her left, shearing off the clasp that held the bra together and placing a scarring brown burn along the inside of her blouse. Her skin though lay undisclosed and unblemished. Though the twins are loose within the corral. Don’t blink, is all she can think right now as her eyes round over the near miss.
 
Indeed, Heidi was all ready to get and give out some hurt... For nobody should be trying to mar her half-sister's skin - or any of the other sexy minxes, really. And of course she could not stop herself from feeling her blood sing in her ear, and feel really alive, with the newfound power surging through her body. So, she started by flailing out from under the table... with her three piece rod used for not only the Con's MA photo setup, but also something she was really training in. She spoked him... And added some momentum to help the 'motoraur' hurry up and leave.

She would really hate it if because her slight wardrobe change she would have been missing out on all the fight.

<attack 3 success (or 2 if we count it as aiming without surprise), damage 6 success, Bludgeoning for now... speed is 5 until next action>
 
The Motoraur jerked a little bit when Heidi emerged smoothly from under the table and swung at the side of his head. He dipped to the right on his wheels, which shrieked as he past her, strike passing over his head.

The horseman jerked upright and spun on his front wheel 'til he was facing heidi and leered. "I'm taking something out of this with me," he snickered starting back towards the curvacious redhead.

* * *
Even with a bullet passing close enough to slash her dress, Sulema worked her sensual magic with leacherous brialance. The enthralled horseman all but twisted his spine otu of socket too keep his eyes on Sulema. He gasped as she muonted him, nostril's flaring, starting to sweat.

* * *

"Melisa" came up from under the table behind Heidi, throwing the horseman a sultry look that froze him in his tracks. "mmm..." she purred, coming around Heidi, reaching out to touch the horseman's cheek and turning him to keep her in his field of view as she moved around, away from Heidi, but leaving the horseman very much in her friend's reach.

The sucubus leaned in close to the titanspawn and whispered, "Let's see how much is man, and how much machine..."

She nipped on the horseman's ear, then grazed his cheek, then moldeded her lips into his.

One hand came up behind hte horseman's waist as she held the kiss and beckoned to Hiedi.
 
Seeing another of the motorcycle centaurs approaching where his 'brother' had fallen Chase kept quiet, not wanting to be found out so soon after taking...whatever it was that he'd picked up. It seemed that these creatures wanted it though, which seemed like a pretty good reason to keep it away from them. Gripping the object in one hand the young demigod looked up over the bar to see just what in the world was going on out there. The centaurs were still driving around, causing chaos in their wake. He even saw one of them fire off a shot at the woman he'd been flirting with earlier!

Scowling at that Chase brought his own gun up, pointing it towards the fleshy bits of one of the monsters that was staring at the stripper, pulling the trigger, and watching as the bullet flew from the barrel, in the air for only a second or two before it struck him! Grinning at his success, Chase stood up and took a step back, hoping to put even a little distance between him and the monstrous beings before him.

Shooting at Horseman 5:

Dex + Marksmanship to hit: 8 successes
Raw Damage: 11L successes

Speed: 4 ticks
Chase Benoit
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Dodge DV: 6 (5 after attack)
Parry DV: 3 (2 after attack)

Soak: 7B/4L/2A
 
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