Warglory, Liberators

[Shirocco]

((Wot tha... ha ha ha! Lycan you're crazy you b*stard. Ok that's fine for the sheer nuttiness of it - just once for you anyway, no copycats.))

((Also, surprised nobody ducked. Balsy, guys...))

Even in the roaring din of the Houten's last stand Frenis's insane maneuver stands out, killing one rifleman and distracting two others as they move to defend themselves with bayonets from the crazed sharpshooter. Two others fire before the rest of you can, Tyrson is hit and wounded (another -2 melee). Slip's LMG blasts a man apart with negligent ease, Doc and Stinky both blow fist-sized holes through men's chests, Poet's heavy shotgun blows a man onto his back as much with the force of air as the buckshot the rams into him. Through the pain Tyrson fires anyway, snarling as he does, the impact of being hit shifts his aim up that inch that sees a head fly off rather than a torso hole. Curly, Three Pegs, and Tiny all take their tole with their own mottley collection of civilian shotguns.

There are no remaining Houten before you. This lot's bodies fall bloodily in heaps to the ground... Jinks might have been hit, but making the Houten fire and thus requiring them to work bolts is the very reason they died and you didn't.

You can move over the barricade unopposed. Frenis, the little blighter, already is over it. You see the Houten failing off to the left, there's more in the smoke to your right... you can see four, the closest two just noticed you and are shouting warning, they'll aim at you in a second. D3.