as written by Ronin
Were there civilians milling directly behind Pariah when the guardians opened fire, they would not have fired. Weapons volleyed or no, the guardians and the oracle stood awestruck as the Pariah moved beyond speed - his form literally dissipating in front of them, followed shortly by a sharp clack of disorienting thunder. They braced, the burst of energy rippling against the oracle's frontal wards, the soldiers tensing, holding, waiting... Then, death.
The oracle heard it before he even knew what it was. The crunch of protosteel, the squelshing pulp of rupturing organs, the hopeless death-cries of men he knew, men he loved. He turned just in time to see the comrade on his right begin to fall, the tip of a black blade piked through his chestplate. The oracle blinked. He pictured the face of the man beneath that visor - a man with two ex-wives and a grown daughter he'd tried desperately to reconcile with - a man the oracle had failed.
Next came pain. As he turned to face the Pariah, he found himself looking into a horrifying pillar of demonic energy. With his defenses lowered, the battering ram of foul magic collided into the him, meeting no resistance other than his physical armor. With his wards already situated at his back, however, he didn't go flying into the next wall, but was rather crushed between the two barriers like a squashed bug. The Pariah would be hardly a foot away, channeling the foul energy that pushed the oracle deeper into his own psionic shields. Armaplas groaned and cracked, his bones screamed. The sound traveled up his spine to his mouth and he yelped like a whipped dog, tears brimming in eyes that had lost their glow. For a moment, the Pariah would get what he wanted. The man - more a boy than a man - despaired. He looked at the bodies strewn across the floor, the splotches of blood pooling out of the corpses of his friends, the scrambling chaos of a parliament that would shortly die as soon as this monster was finished with him. Yes. He had failed.
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Rubano shook his head. "Do not talk like that, Alison. You are going to live." He looked up towards the exits. With Max's second exit in addition to the first, the room was quickly clearing. "Stay with me minister. We will be alright."
The chairman hefted the girl, carrying her swiftly over rubble and corpses. He moved to the back of the quickly dissipating crowd, turning as two sickly shinks followed by an enormous slamming sound, watching as the oracle - their best line of defense - was pinned between two walls of arcane energy. The chairman held his breath.
"We will be ... alright ..."
---
The remaining soldiers were at the front, middle and rear of the crowd, directing them, helping the wounded, organizing the evacuation as best they could. They would not waste a second of time afforded to them by the distraction, directing instead towards the front of the GC, rather than the bunkers beneath. With an assassin that could move as fast as sound and blast through concrete like paper, there was no point in trying to barricade themselves. They needed to get to the TAF relief forces as soon as possible.
Were there civilians milling directly behind Pariah when the guardians opened fire, they would not have fired. Weapons volleyed or no, the guardians and the oracle stood awestruck as the Pariah moved beyond speed - his form literally dissipating in front of them, followed shortly by a sharp clack of disorienting thunder. They braced, the burst of energy rippling against the oracle's frontal wards, the soldiers tensing, holding, waiting... Then, death.
The oracle heard it before he even knew what it was. The crunch of protosteel, the squelshing pulp of rupturing organs, the hopeless death-cries of men he knew, men he loved. He turned just in time to see the comrade on his right begin to fall, the tip of a black blade piked through his chestplate. The oracle blinked. He pictured the face of the man beneath that visor - a man with two ex-wives and a grown daughter he'd tried desperately to reconcile with - a man the oracle had failed.
Next came pain. As he turned to face the Pariah, he found himself looking into a horrifying pillar of demonic energy. With his defenses lowered, the battering ram of foul magic collided into the him, meeting no resistance other than his physical armor. With his wards already situated at his back, however, he didn't go flying into the next wall, but was rather crushed between the two barriers like a squashed bug. The Pariah would be hardly a foot away, channeling the foul energy that pushed the oracle deeper into his own psionic shields. Armaplas groaned and cracked, his bones screamed. The sound traveled up his spine to his mouth and he yelped like a whipped dog, tears brimming in eyes that had lost their glow. For a moment, the Pariah would get what he wanted. The man - more a boy than a man - despaired. He looked at the bodies strewn across the floor, the splotches of blood pooling out of the corpses of his friends, the scrambling chaos of a parliament that would shortly die as soon as this monster was finished with him. Yes. He had failed.
---
Rubano shook his head. "Do not talk like that, Alison. You are going to live." He looked up towards the exits. With Max's second exit in addition to the first, the room was quickly clearing. "Stay with me minister. We will be alright."
The chairman hefted the girl, carrying her swiftly over rubble and corpses. He moved to the back of the quickly dissipating crowd, turning as two sickly shinks followed by an enormous slamming sound, watching as the oracle - their best line of defense - was pinned between two walls of arcane energy. The chairman held his breath.
"We will be ... alright ..."
---
The remaining soldiers were at the front, middle and rear of the crowd, directing them, helping the wounded, organizing the evacuation as best they could. They would not waste a second of time afforded to them by the distraction, directing instead towards the front of the GC, rather than the bunkers beneath. With an assassin that could move as fast as sound and blast through concrete like paper, there was no point in trying to barricade themselves. They needed to get to the TAF relief forces as soon as possible.