Roland Amontillado by LuciferHawk
KIT CLASS: Master Training
Hall Of Fame!
Survival - 8 wins!
Brutal - 2 fatalaties!
League Wins: 8
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 0
Total Wins: 8
Total Losses: 3
Druid - Win 0-0
Kriest - Win 0-0
Arjivahk: Now With Hat! - Win 0-0
Chet Werthers - Loss 0-0
The Force of Gravity - Loss 0-0
Covenant - Win 0-0
2074!!!!! - Win 0-0
James Lunningham (PH.D) - Win 0-0
Munch Monster - Loss 0-0
Bogzilla - Win 18-8
Bazooki - Win 14-6
Cinders whirl as the cigarette strike sthe ground before being rubbed out by a booted foot. He often wondered how he had gotten into this.. running about 'preserving the balance of the omniverse' when he should be safely rotting in the ground with his soul condemned to a nice sunny corner of Hell.. but nooooooooo, he had to listen to the little effiminate weasel with the wings and the halo. He cursed himself for an idiot as he lit another of his rather extensive supply of cancer sticks.. not like he had to worry about the damn things killing him right? His watch beeped and he cursed. He hated standing around like this.. made him look too obvious. And of course it just wouldn't do for the top assassin for the Lords of Order to be sticking out like a sore thumb. Of course it had seemed like a good idea at the time.. bump off the agents of chaos for a little while, keep the status quo, preserve the omniverse.. all that and he got spiritual pardon for all the crap he'd done while he was alive effectively getting him off of Hell's waiting list and leaving his karma a blank slate. Of course nobody had said a word about just how hard to kill most Chaos beings were, or that they had their own assassin who was just as good as he was. So here he was.. waiting for some god-forsaken monstrosity that would have made Lovecraft wet himself to finish its business in one of Lowtown's many cat-houses and step out onto the street so he could put a rather large number of holes in its vital bits. He checked his watch.. he'd been waiting in ambush for the last three hours and it was starting to grate on him. Why couldn't the damn thing.. wait! He looked again.. shadows moving across the windows on the ground floor, heading for the front door. He smiled and stubbed out his cigarette. Party time.
Personality: Cynical, disgruntled, and generally mad at the world at large. Well if you'd been tricked into agreeing to track and kill things which the mere sight of would reduce most humans to gibbering madmen wouldn't you be?
| Standard Normal human strength.||Agility:|
|Superior This fighter can dodge, weave and move |
with the grace of an Olympic gymnast.
|Standard Normal human endurance. ||Mind:|
|Standard Normal human mental resources.|
Roland reached into his jacket and drew his pistol before grinning. Just like he'd planned.. not like a Chaos Lord and a pair of lesser Daemon's could sneak around him anyway.. they made too big a disturbance in the universal fabric for them NOT to be noticed. A quiver down one of the web's strings.. instincts react with trained efficiency and hurl him aside... just as a fist-sized crater is blown through the wall where his head was a moment before. Damn one of them was behind him.. he felt the disturbance, two floors up and 3 feet to the right. A fire escape.. hmm disturbance is too small for a daemon..... ah crap it's him.
The Web of Reality
Another hellbore round blew a chunk from nearby masonry, showering Roland with dust. So much for the plan he thought bitterly. Ah well at least it gave him a chance to try out his new ammunition. The undead assassin suddenly exploded from behind cover, hurling himself in a dive across the alley and the pistol in his hand barked three times. His opponent was smart though and kicked the door beside him out to interpose itself before the bullets impacted. What he hadn't counted on was them not even touching the door. All three rounds passed silently through the sheet metal without even marking it before phasing back into the physical plane as their target lay before them.
A nasty little addition..
SpiritChaser .45 Automatics
Roland smirked as he sidled up against the dumpster. He'd heard his rounds impact and his foe fall to the ground somewhere around here. Time to finish their little feud once and for all he thought, drawing the second .45 auto from his coat. It, like its now more experienced brother also fired rounds which would pass through anything that wasn't their designated target. He stiffened when he felt a subtle vibration through the dumpster. 'So Crucifix.. what say you and I call it a night eh? Go back to our respective homes, drink ourselves into a stupor and pass out. Sound good?' the assassin remarked flippantly. No reply. He sighed. 'Ah well them... I guess it's the usual. then....' and both killers spun in the same instant.
- Power: Projectile Attack
- Kit Power Link: Master Training
- Seeker This attack hunts and follows its target.
- Ranged and Melee Attack! Attack is equally effective at range and up close.
- Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
Roland spun as he felt his opponent move. Why couldn't things ever go the easy way? The assassin of the Lords of Order hit his back, both legs shoving against the dumpster as he kicked off, sliding on his back along the alley's slick pavement, his pistols blazing away. Answering hellbore rounds punched through the dumpster and he roled backwards before leaping towards the wall and using it to springboard into a flip, trying to clear the dumpster from his line of fire.
Plan B.. don't get shot
He caught a brief glimpse of a moving trenchcoat and fired. The round smashed into his target's shoulder, elicting a grunt of pain and a triumphant smirk... which vanished and was replaced by one of concentration as his target rolled to his feet and took off. Asphalt crunched as Roland landed, knees folding him as he dropped into a kneeling stance and let loose with a barrage from both guns. Most of the shots were dodged, and the rest only scored glancing hits thanks to Crucifix's frantic dodging. he had just passed through the door to an apartment complex when both weapons clicked empty.
Plan C... shoot them first
His hands blurred and a spiritchaser was cluthced in said hand less than an eyeblink later. Roland sighed. He was getting faster.. but he still wasn't fast enough to outdraw Crucifix. Both men knew the only reason he'd ever survived against the man in the first place was due to the rather nasty abilities of his weapons. The Chaos Lord's assassin was both faster, more experienced, and to top it all off he was a better shot to. Well speed wasn't as big an obstacle anymore.. now if only he could get the others taken care of.