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Intias crouched behind the rockcrete wall of the garage and the cars the Ogryn had thrown down for cover. Risking a peek up over the hood of what used to be a sedan she saw a man take a load of Ogryn buckshot right in the chest. Ducking as an autorifle bullet bounced uncomfortably close to her head she squeezed the trigger and hurled lasbolts down the street managing to hit absolutely nothing at all.

Jastilus ignored the nearby civilians. After the pasting they'd taken from gunfire and then the Arbite's flamer they were no threat. Everyone of them were injured and he'd be shocked if they didn't break and run any minute. The ones he was really worried about were the gangers with guns. They were taking aim and firing at the Chem Dogs, not particularly effectively but they were shooting rather than running like idiots. Aiming at one of the autogun toting ones he let loose a burst of fire and watched as the ganger doubled over in shock as the breath was driven from his body.

Zen grabs Stranga's shoulder and indicates the bike, "I have an idea!"

They both double back and the air is filled with the throaty roar of it's engine and the squealing of tires. Stranga hunkers down in the sidecar as they race around the corner of the building, headed for the second of the mobs, Zen's face lights up in a huge grin as they plow through the crowd, hitting two of the gangers. Stranga has a brief glance of one of them getting his fingers crushed and the snap of ribs breaking sounds as they pass through the crowd.

As the girls go roaring through the far mob of gangers Hilda holsters her flamer and draws her shot gun. One of the wretches she'd doused with her flamer was panicking in the road, on fire and screaming. Taking aim she fired off on barrel of her shotgun and the man crumpled over, a ragged wound in the center of his chest. The body continued to burn.

Having dropped down into the turret Hak found the controls for the multilaser and took it over with glee. Swiveling the turret he watched as the arbite burned down most of the nearest mob so he sighted over the heads of the ogryn at the far mob and fired. The multilaser hissed as it fired off four bolts before the cogitator beeped harshly at him and it fell silent. Down range two of the gangers took bolts in their chests. One man was tossed back, the right side of his chest gone in an explosion of steam. The man beside him was blown in half as the bolt caught him in the gut. The last ganger was starting to dive out of the way when the forth bolt caught him high on the hip and severed it from his body. There was a strangled scream from behind some boxes but no one reemerged.

The sudden violent death of several of their members seems to convince the far group of gangers that they are outmatched. They start to retreat, trying to cover themselves with some poorly aimed fire. The only shot that hit was a single stubber round that ricocheted off of Lirk's helmet.

Focusing his fire on one of the more intact and shooting members of Mob B, Raltus opens fire full Auto, burning through his battery, but deciding that dead enemies are better. Getting a pair of hits, one average, one weaker, he looked to see if his target fell. The first hit caused the target to drop for a second, while the second was soaked up by the target's armor, and what was left over the Ganger ignored.

Two more of his shots hit, and those were far more impressive. The first knocked the air from the guy's body, and Raltus could see him stagger a bit, before the second shot hit. That shot put and end to the threat. Raltus' target was completely encased in flames, melting the guy's skin and popping his eyes like superheated eggs, and falling to the ground a blackened corpse.


Litila continued the rituals to repair, making sure to perform her duties in accordance with the machine spirit so it would be healed.

Lirk thundered down the street, howling incomprehensibly and reversing his grip on his ripper gun so as to hold it like a massive club. Crank, meanwhile, still sidled along the door jamb, took aim at the most intact member fo the closest group and snapped off a short burst. The figure was fleeing, which it more difficult to hit, but one of the las-rounds still struck it square in the back. A small explosion of flame wrapped around the man, charring his flesh. The habber fell, stunned and twitching, as pale smoke curled lazily up from his body.

As the ogryn sighted on the fleeing civvies in front of them Intias poked her head out for a moment. Sighting one of the gangers further down the street she ripped off a burst with her pistol only to watch every single bolt miss. A little further down the firing line Jastilus aimed at the same group and hosed them with automatic fire. The ganger's leader dropped dead as lasbolt sheared off his arm and another clutched his flash burned face.