[ Owen shoots the pink-haired bandit girl with no remorse, the explosion leaving her a ragdoll tumbling across the field. The 'twink boy' she'd been insulting earlier nervously glances at Owen, but thinks better than to stick around too long though he still, regardless, hears a 'th-thank you...!' thrown his way.
As for Nuwa, I rolled her a 17, so the man stops before being impaled on the blade, grabbing the gun by its barrel and yanking it out of her hand -- throwing it across somewhere else, whether to be forgotten or picked up later, time will tell. Defenseless, he thinks of her, and it'll be easy to beat her into a pulp, at least until the length of the whip wraps around his neck. He's pulled, and he doesn't immediately fall, standing his ground, but his hands come up to attempt to pull at the whip wrapped around his throat in an impromptu tug-of-war with Nuwa.
The noise and din is still going on, the audience loves it. It seems the maybe-host-guy has taken hobby to recapping out everything that's going on, very much like a sports announcer. ]
[ What an annoying man enjoying himself up there. The cheering of the audience is unsettling, no they should be screaming in pain and fear. How dare they enjoy themselves in his presence.
He might not be able to access his magic, but he always knows what feels right for him.
When he gets out of here he'll kill all of them and soak in the fear.
[Nuwa grabs her whip with both hands and pulls, trying to force his opponent to arch upwards, before she slams her bare foot right under his chin and onto his windpipe, as if she was trying to separate his head from his neck just by pushing with a foot. The likeliest result is that this guy will suffocate
...it's easy for her to get caught in the thrill of this all. She's a very capable and violent person, after all. Fighting is an everyday thing for demons, but she enjoys the thrill of it, relishes in it. The crowd's cheering and noises feels like approval, she doesn't look up at them to acknowledge them, but she grins to herself while she continues.
She does glance at the Wedding Invitation left nearby, though. The other gun...where did it go? Ah, perhaps she'll look for it later, but there's a nearby option here, one she could pick up as soon as she's done with this opponent]
[ Big words for a man with no magic and a dog to take care of. I will be gladly waiting for Owen to bite as well as he barks. No, seriously, cause destruction. Then again, the audience seems to love that, so...?
Anyway, Owen fires the gun and it seems he's getting better at this, given that the next shot makes a pretty clean arc into a pair who are tussling and too busy to notice him and his shot. Their expressions split only for a mere second as the grenade falls between them, and recognition hits only a blink before the explosion does. Blown to bits, their laser sword and guns falling from limp hands.
Nuwa, on the other hand, seems to have her work cut out for her, but what good is carnage and victory if it's given too easily? That's the justification, anyway. The man's face is turning red from the strain and the struggle, but he wheezes and seems to be holding on, maybe a bit literally given one large and calloused hand reaches to grab at her foot with a vice grip [15]. Digging his feet into the ground, he yanks backwards, seeming to hope to use his superior size and weight to throw them both off-balance to escape the chokehold. ]
AYE, GOOD SHOW, INNIT! [ The raucous laughter, as the man puts up one heavy boot on the edge of his podium, leaning forward with his wide grin. ] UP THE STAKES, HOW ABOUT IT? EVERYONE ABOARD?! YOU HEARD IT THEN, LET LOOSE THE HOGCRUSHER!
[ The announcer laughs, hands on his hips. Unsurprisingly, the bloodthirsty spectators agree, based on the increase in yell and cheer. One of the massive steel doors begin to open, slowly, and you hear the revving of something massive... ]
[Oh, that's not good. Such is the announcement before something big comes. Nuwa, thrown off-balance, reaches for the Invitation behind her, aiming at this man's head and pulling the trigger. No time for messing around when something big is approaching.
It certainly sounds like sme sort of vehicle over there. A tad experimental, perhaps hoping some damage before it even comes out could be good, Nuwa aims at the opening doors, shooting blindly in that direction. Are these sniper rifles good for this sort of thing? She doesn't know, doesn't stop her from trying. Playing fair is not a concern for her]
[ The what? What's a hog crusher? He hasn't seen anything boar shaped since he got in here. On the other hand it might be fun to watch this whatever it is crush the other people on the field.
[ Ladies and gents and all outer or in-between: observe, the reason why Owen keeps getting fucked over. Well fortunate for you, they're not eager to wait nor to keep others waiting, so the doors open to the sound of engine... and the first things you see is a grate of massive blades, and an even larger metal steamroller.
The hooting of the bandit riding the thing comes as the afterthought, here. Apparently, the 'hogcrusher' lives up to its name (rough approximation of how it looks but imagine more a traditional steamroller car portion rather than a bike, also wrong game but its fine I love this game too). And boy, oh boy, is it not going to waste any time given it'd already had its engines revved, as it speeds down into the arena and does the coolest semi-wheelie.
As for that guy who was trying to pull you down and put up a fight, Nuwa? she manages to grip the Wedding Invitation from behind her and even lands a pretty awesome BOOM, HEADSHOT!, exploding the man's head -- it's what could be expected from a point-blank blast from such a powerful weapon [19!]. Made even better by the fact that it's an incendiary weapon, even, so it rains fire as the body crumples.
For better or worse, Nuwa doesn't get any semblance of a break though as the Hogcrusher wheels in too close to her, with the man's body not faring very lucky -- it ends up being the first target to go under, blades tearing and bones crunching with absolutely zero hesitation. It doesn't stop there, though, as Nuwa's whip being around... er, what was left of the man's head causes her to get yanked and dragged along [3], leaving bruises and scrapes.
Hope Owen's having fun being a spectator. Less funny, probably, when the car does a 180 of its track of blood, its rider whooping in the carnage. 'Take out the competition, go go go! Look darlin', that one's got a pet!' they cackle, and the engine revs up again. Don't get squashed now... ]
[Nuwa is roughly thrown onto the ground, dragged along before she lets go, but not without having gotten her some scrapes for her efforts. Well! It'd be hard to come out of this as intact as when she arrived, really.
Holding herself up and already angry because of all this, she takes a moment to back down, closer to the wall, picking up the Amigo along the way. As she sees it, staying in open will only make it likely it will try to shred her, being nearer to a wall perhaps would make it think twice before going full speed towards that.
Remembering the screens from earlier, she takes the gun that'd let her zoom further for accuracy's sake. How are things looking? Is it feasible for a good shot to happen onto the one driving, or is there anything in the way? It's not a motorcycle like in the picture, after all]
[ You'll probably leave with some scrapes and bangs, yeah. But given the environment you're in, this might be the least of your worries.
With an angry rev, the steamroller goes in to piledrive directly at Owen as he fires a shot and makes his escape. The grenade arcs and it's not quite the direct hit he would've liked -- but he can observe that it seems to hit the rider, but the brunt of the small explosion is taken in by the brief shimmer of... some kind of shield emanating from part of their gear [8]? It causes the car to do a slight swivel, just enough for Owen to successfully dodge out of the way at least [12].
Nuwa plays smart, and let's just hope that the bandits will also play smart -- but her strategy works for now, as trying to ram into the wall is unwise and driving along the wall is too annoying for them. She can most certainly take a shot at whatever and whomever she likes, the driver is out and about in the roofless car.
The fucked up truck for murder does a 180 spin and starts revving again, fire blowing from the many exhaust pipes it has.
'You're not just gonna DODGE all the time, are you?! C'mon, you gotta make it count!' he leers, taunting Owen, as gunshots go awry around them. ]
[It's so tempting to do nothing and let Owen be obliterated by that machine, but she doesn't want to leave to someone else the satisfaction of murdering him. So instead, Nuwa fires.
You know what's something different from when she was firing earlier and taking lives left and right? She sure wasn't looking through the scope back then. Right now she is. No wonder this particular shot wasn't precise at all. Does it even hit the target, does it have bad consequences, does the 2 get a 0 added to its right by mod decree and the bullet bounces and kills Owen, who knows.
[ You COULD be the coward in the truck if yall tried and also weren't rolling 2s. Speaking of 2s, since you both rolled one of those each, this is what happens:
Nuwa focuses down her scope and prepares to fire -- and though she was doing so well earlier, maybe the scope just... isn't for her. The recoil of the gun ends up knocking the gun straight into her face, and while it's not enough to make anything bleed, it hits just harsh enough that Nuwa is probably going to end up leaving with a black eye and a pulled strain in her arm and shoulder that does not feel pleasant whatsoever [2].
Worse yet is the incendiary fire that envelops the steamroller portion of the truck in flames, upping the ante by a considerable amount as the driver cheers, Hogcrusher pedal being slammed directly at Owen. 'We'll see who's laughin' when all your organs are crushed -- AND burned!' they jeer, as they speed on towards him. His fired grenade doesn't make a pretty arc, and while it hits, it bounces in the most unfortunate way right back at Owen himself [2].
The good part? The first explosion veered the car's course off by just enough that it won't shred and flatten Owen in one go (damn we still need you for cyoa). It's still terrible though since Owen is going to get hit by the sides of the truck, getting flung off and into a wall at however many horsepower this behemoth carries [11]. He is most certainly not getting off scot-free, definitely some bone broken of your choice.
They manage to land without harm and wheel back another 180, in very much those vibes of 'this felt like it was going to be so bad but we lived bitch', and the riders (and audience!) are clearly loving the adrenaline rush. They will not hesitate to come back for another run!
[Nuwa never had a black eye ever before. She feels the recoil, pretty much throws the gun aside in frustration and...
...you know, I was planning to pick up the other gun and try again with that one. That's what I was going to do. But giving Nuwa another black eye and pulled strain on her other arm and shoulder and also throwing her other gun aside would make her look incredibly bad and I don't have the heart to do that to proud and intimidating Nuwa.
So instead let's try to recover her whip and fail at that, yup. It probably will be more troublesome than the other scenario because it means she can't get the one weapon she's 100% familiar and great with, but perhaps it'll be a tad less humiliating for her]
[Owen his very definitely broken a bone or worse before, let's go for his upper left arm.
Since they're trying to come back, Owen is going to try to climb his ass into that vehicle. At the very least, he'll cling onto the outside of it and hit them with the gun.]
Nuwa's whip is scattered somewhere on the ground, having been flung aside when the Hogcrusher ripped you and your earlier target apart. She can make a dive for it certainly, but may find herself in a predicament as the vehicle vrooms past her, forcing her back just to not get run over [3]. It is a little humiliating but I have no doubts she will get her rolls back on... soon...
Owen, on the other hand, makes a grab for the truck, and -- well, he succeeds decently actually at managing to get a hold of one of the protruding handles. It doesn't stop the truck from moving whatsoever though, and Owen may find himself getting dragged along across the harsh ground as the Hogcrusher makes its its circular rounds [9].
'Whoa there, we've got a freeloader!' cackles the rider, who clearly has no intentions of slowing down whatsoever, fully intending on running Owen ragged and red all for the sake of the name-appropriate bloodsport. It's not looking too hot for either of them, really.
...At least, until Owen hears the sounds of choking above him and a small shower of blood, the truck does suddenly skid to a halt. If either of them look, they'll see a completely new challenger has joined the field -- a bizarre-looking... person...? with a visor over their head, which flashes a holographic red 0 [20!]. Having appeared out of nowhere, the air around them distorting slightly, the source of the blood looks to be a sword they pierced straight into the driver. ]
Greetings, all scum bags. / I hear there is a Vault, here. / I'll be taking it.
[ The commotion in the audience dies down a bit as they take in the new person, and then an uptick in rumouring whispers. The announcer, his tone of voice suddenly having a stark turn for the worst, yells in a normal-volume voice away from the microphone. ]
S... SHIT! IT'S A REAL VAULT HUNTER! FUCKING RUN!
[ ...And with that, the arena bursts into chaos, with people -- both audience and fighters alike, actually -- taking a run for it in all directions. The audience seems to head to escaping through whatever audience-specific entryway they got, while the others in the field, just like you, decide to run for the open doors the Hogcrusher came through.
The assassin only cranes their head curiously, before getting into the truck themselves instead. He just shoves the dead body out of the driver's seat -- fortunately, the body does NOT fall on Owen on the way down [4]. ]
The arrival of someone who brings so much dread to everyone here obviously gets her guard up. These people are bloodthirsty spectators in matches to death, with no qualms at sending a bunch of people to their doom just for some entertainment. To have so much fear in them, in such a sincere manner...yeah, something's up. Better keep her guard up.
As she sees it, either this Vault Hunter will try to kill them, or he'll leave and abandon them to their luck. The second one probably will be what she'd prefer.
No time to pick up the whip. Nuwa makes sure to keep the Invitation, having discarded the other one. She doesn't approach the vehicle or the Vault Hunter -- she keeps her distance, ready to run towards the open doors if necessary]
[Owen did not let go of this thing, and well. He's always enjoyed screams of fear and anybody being upset. The stranger is... dressed so weirdly, who the hell is this dude? If he knew what a robot was, he'd probably call it that.
It's not the first time Owen's died here or at home, so he will continue climbing into the Hogcrusher.
He does pay attention to which way the people were running. Looks like his out is the way the vehicle came.
Not that he knows anything about driving this thing, even now that he's properly on it. Sure his arm is bleeding and broken, but these things happen. Also Cerberus is as stubborn as he is, so I guess they're both bleeding on the seats.]
[ The newcomer pauses a moment as most present attempt to flee. Even with their filtered voice, it's hard not to feel that disappointment. ]
They're running away. / Well, this is disappointing. / Now, where is that Vault?
[ They are, regardless, focused on the prize it seems. Though when Owen kinda just. Climbs into the car with him, they turn their head at the wizard. The holographic screen reads a large ?. ]
What are you doing? / I do not want your baggage.
[ ...They don't seem to mind, per se. But the earth rumbles some more, and he turns his head a little bit. ]
Don't cause me trouble.
[ Well, hold on tight then! Because someone is apparently not going to slam the gas on this Hogcrusher, you're along for the ride. Don't forget your dog Owen, and don't fall behind Nuwa, as the assassin drives the car right into the doorway at full throttle. Entering the coliseum walls, they'll see flickering lights and steel insides, maybe an H-shaped logo here or there. Alarmed yells of any sad dregs of people who were actually making a sorta-okay living as janitors diving out of the way abound. ]
Tell me what you know / the location of the Vault / or else I cut you.
[Thank goodness Nuwa is in great shape. If only she still could teleport...but no, she can't. Following by foot will have to do.
Listening to his questions...well, clearly he's the sort of person who doesn't hesitate to attack. Good, that's admirable enough. Nuwa looks at Owen on that vehicle, waiting to see what he'd say. Did you find out anything about this Vault other than what these people were shouting?]
[Even if they don't want him, there, Owen is here now, and holding onto some piece of the vehicle. Why can't they just use brooms like a reasonable wizard. They might be a West, they're dressed insanely enough.
Unfortunately, he does start smiling as people have to jump out of the way. Yes, it's good to watch people being terrorized when he is not part of that group.]
Dunno. They put us in here to die and "win a vault" whatever that means.
[ I'm sorry to inform you Owen that Zer0 is actually one of the most sane and reasonable of the Vault Hunters. There are others who are definitely more West than this one. Zer0 might be a Central-North. ]
So, you know nothing. / Feel free to get off the car / Your convenience. [ That's one way to say 'fuck you'. ] Or, that is, unless...? / If you help me find the thing / then I will help you.
[ Seem like a fair deal to you? Seems like a fair deal to him. He glances back towards Nuwa once, who's doing a good job of keeping up. You too, lady. ]
[Lowe is completely right, he really is one of the most reasonable ones, haha.
The glance in her direction doesn't go unnoticed. You know what, being civil probably is the right move here. Nuwa nods]
To our mutual benefit.
[Saying yes to that. Although she doesn't really expect Zer0 to help her, most likely backstabbing her later, hey, this is the only choice she sees right now. Saying no would leave her stranded wherever this is. At least aiding should give some time to analye everything and decide what's the best course of action]
[ Alright, we have reached an accord. So, Zer0 is just going to reach down a moment and grab Owen's collar by a four-fingered hand (not missing a finger, it is legitimately a four-fingered hand) and pull him up to the driver's seat. And then he drops this bombshell on him. ]
Can you drive a car? / No? Well, you better learn quick. / Get to it, chop chop.
[ Fortunately it seems like straight road, granted heading downwards for the time being so Owen doesn't need to do much... yet, but familiarise yourself quick. He'll leap down after unceremoniously plinking Owen down in that seat to also help Nuwa up, so now you can both scream in Driver's Responsibility. Or maybe you can just revel in the fact that you can just absolutely run everything over with a fucking armed-to-the-teeth steamroller, dealer's choice. ]
To the lowest floor. / A Vault Guardian will come. / I mean to kill it.
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As for Nuwa, I rolled her a 17, so the man stops before being impaled on the blade, grabbing the gun by its barrel and yanking it out of her hand -- throwing it across somewhere else, whether to be forgotten or picked up later, time will tell. Defenseless, he thinks of her, and it'll be easy to beat her into a pulp, at least until the length of the whip wraps around his neck. He's pulled, and he doesn't immediately fall, standing his ground, but his hands come up to attempt to pull at the whip wrapped around his throat in an impromptu tug-of-war with Nuwa.
The noise and din is still going on, the audience loves it. It seems the maybe-host-guy has taken hobby to recapping out everything that's going on, very much like a sports announcer. ]
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He might not be able to access his magic, but he always knows what feels right for him.
When he gets out of here he'll kill all of them and soak in the fear.
He aims on the next closest person and fires. ]
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...it's easy for her to get caught in the thrill of this all. She's a very capable and violent person, after all. Fighting is an everyday thing for demons, but she enjoys the thrill of it, relishes in it. The crowd's cheering and noises feels like approval, she doesn't look up at them to acknowledge them, but she grins to herself while she continues.
She does glance at the Wedding Invitation left nearby, though. The other gun...where did it go? Ah, perhaps she'll look for it later, but there's a nearby option here, one she could pick up as soon as she's done with this opponent]
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Anyway, Owen fires the gun and it seems he's getting better at this, given that the next shot makes a pretty clean arc into a pair who are tussling and too busy to notice him and his shot. Their expressions split only for a mere second as the grenade falls between them, and recognition hits only a blink before the explosion does. Blown to bits, their laser sword and guns falling from limp hands.
Nuwa, on the other hand, seems to have her work cut out for her, but what good is carnage and victory if it's given too easily? That's the justification, anyway. The man's face is turning red from the strain and the struggle, but he wheezes and seems to be holding on, maybe a bit literally given one large and calloused hand reaches to grab at her foot with a vice grip [15]. Digging his feet into the ground, he yanks backwards, seeming to hope to use his superior size and weight to throw them both off-balance to escape the chokehold. ]
AYE, GOOD SHOW, INNIT! [ The raucous laughter, as the man puts up one heavy boot on the edge of his podium, leaning forward with his wide grin. ] UP THE STAKES, HOW ABOUT IT? EVERYONE ABOARD?! YOU HEARD IT THEN, LET LOOSE THE HOGCRUSHER!
[ The announcer laughs, hands on his hips. Unsurprisingly, the bloodthirsty spectators agree, based on the increase in yell and cheer. One of the massive steel doors begin to open, slowly, and you hear the revving of something massive... ]
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It certainly sounds like sme sort of vehicle over there. A tad experimental, perhaps hoping some damage before it even comes out could be good, Nuwa aims at the opening doors, shooting blindly in that direction. Are these sniper rifles good for this sort of thing? She doesn't know, doesn't stop her from trying. Playing fair is not a concern for her]
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He will wait and see what exactly comes out. ]
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The hooting of the bandit riding the thing comes as the afterthought, here. Apparently, the 'hogcrusher' lives up to its name (rough approximation of how it looks but imagine more a traditional steamroller car portion rather than a bike, also wrong game but its fine I love this game too). And boy, oh boy, is it not going to waste any time given it'd already had its engines revved, as it speeds down into the arena and does the coolest semi-wheelie.
As for that guy who was trying to pull you down and put up a fight, Nuwa? she manages to grip the Wedding Invitation from behind her and even lands a pretty awesome BOOM, HEADSHOT!, exploding the man's head -- it's what could be expected from a point-blank blast from such a powerful weapon [19!]. Made even better by the fact that it's an incendiary weapon, even, so it rains fire as the body crumples.
For better or worse, Nuwa doesn't get any semblance of a break though as the Hogcrusher wheels in too close to her, with the man's body not faring very lucky -- it ends up being the first target to go under, blades tearing and bones crunching with absolutely zero hesitation. It doesn't stop there, though, as Nuwa's whip being around... er, what was left of the man's head causes her to get yanked and dragged along [3], leaving bruises and scrapes.
Hope Owen's having fun being a spectator. Less funny, probably, when the car does a 180 of its track of blood, its rider whooping in the carnage. 'Take out the competition, go go go! Look darlin', that one's got a pet!' they cackle, and the engine revs up again. Don't get squashed now... ]
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Holding herself up and already angry because of all this, she takes a moment to back down, closer to the wall, picking up the Amigo along the way. As she sees it, staying in open will only make it likely it will try to shred her, being nearer to a wall perhaps would make it think twice before going full speed towards that.
Remembering the screens from earlier, she takes the gun that'd let her zoom further for accuracy's sake. How are things looking? Is it feasible for a good shot to happen onto the one driving, or is there anything in the way? It's not a motorcycle like in the picture, after all]
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There's definitely part of him that wants to throw Cerberus at their heads, but he settles for shooting the gun and trying to get out of the way.]
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With an angry rev, the steamroller goes in to piledrive directly at Owen as he fires a shot and makes his escape. The grenade arcs and it's not quite the direct hit he would've liked -- but he can observe that it seems to hit the rider, but the brunt of the small explosion is taken in by the brief shimmer of... some kind of shield emanating from part of their gear [8]? It causes the car to do a slight swivel, just enough for Owen to successfully dodge out of the way at least [12].
Nuwa plays smart, and let's just hope that the bandits will also play smart -- but her strategy works for now, as trying to ram into the wall is unwise and driving along the wall is too annoying for them. She can most certainly take a shot at whatever and whomever she likes, the driver is out and about in the roofless car.
The fucked up truck for murder does a 180 spin and starts revving again, fire blowing from the many exhaust pipes it has.
'You're not just gonna DODGE all the time, are you?! C'mon, you gotta make it count!' he leers, taunting Owen, as gunshots go awry around them. ]
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You know what's something different from when she was firing earlier and taking lives left and right? She sure wasn't looking through the scope back then. Right now she is. No wonder this particular shot wasn't precise at all. Does it even hit the target, does it have bad consequences, does the 2 get a 0 added to its right by mod decree and the bullet bounces and kills Owen, who knows.
Well, Lowe knows]
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That's some big talk from some cowards in a truck.
[He would like to be the coward in the truck.
Anyway, he does shoot them again.]
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Nuwa focuses down her scope and prepares to fire -- and though she was doing so well earlier, maybe the scope just... isn't for her. The recoil of the gun ends up knocking the gun straight into her face, and while it's not enough to make anything bleed, it hits just harsh enough that Nuwa is probably going to end up leaving with a black eye and a pulled strain in her arm and shoulder that does not feel pleasant whatsoever [2].
Worse yet is the incendiary fire that envelops the steamroller portion of the truck in flames, upping the ante by a considerable amount as the driver cheers, Hogcrusher pedal being slammed directly at Owen. 'We'll see who's laughin' when all your organs are crushed -- AND burned!' they jeer, as they speed on towards him. His fired grenade doesn't make a pretty arc, and while it hits, it bounces in the most unfortunate way right back at Owen himself [2].
The good part? The first explosion veered the car's course off by just enough that it won't shred and flatten Owen in one go (damn we still need you for cyoa). It's still terrible though since Owen is going to get hit by the sides of the truck, getting flung off and into a wall at however many horsepower this behemoth carries [11]. He is most certainly not getting off scot-free, definitely some bone broken of your choice.
They manage to land without harm and wheel back another 180, in very much those vibes of 'this felt like it was going to be so bad but we lived bitch', and the riders (and audience!) are clearly loving the adrenaline rush. They will not hesitate to come back for another run!
The earth rumbles... ]
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...you know, I was planning to pick up the other gun and try again with that one. That's what I was going to do. But giving Nuwa another black eye and pulled strain on her other arm and shoulder and also throwing her other gun aside would make her look incredibly bad and I don't have the heart to do that to proud and intimidating Nuwa.
So instead let's try to recover her whip and fail at that, yup. It probably will be more troublesome than the other scenario because it means she can't get the one weapon she's 100% familiar and great with, but perhaps it'll be a tad less humiliating for her]
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Since they're trying to come back, Owen is going to try to climb his ass into that vehicle. At the very least, he'll cling onto the outside of it and hit them with the gun.]
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Nuwa's whip is scattered somewhere on the ground, having been flung aside when the Hogcrusher ripped you and your earlier target apart. She can make a dive for it certainly, but may find herself in a predicament as the vehicle vrooms past her, forcing her back just to not get run over [3]. It is a little humiliating but I have no doubts she will get her rolls back on... soon...
Owen, on the other hand, makes a grab for the truck, and -- well, he succeeds decently actually at managing to get a hold of one of the protruding handles. It doesn't stop the truck from moving whatsoever though, and Owen may find himself getting dragged along across the harsh ground as the Hogcrusher makes its its circular rounds [9].
'Whoa there, we've got a freeloader!' cackles the rider, who clearly has no intentions of slowing down whatsoever, fully intending on running Owen ragged and red all for the sake of the name-appropriate bloodsport. It's not looking too hot for either of them, really.
...At least, until Owen hears the sounds of choking above him and a small shower of blood, the truck does suddenly skid to a halt. If either of them look, they'll see a completely new challenger has joined the field -- a bizarre-looking... person...? with a visor over their head, which flashes a holographic red 0 [20!]. Having appeared out of nowhere, the air around them distorting slightly, the source of the blood looks to be a sword they pierced straight into the driver. ]
Greetings, all scum bags. / I hear there is a Vault, here. / I'll be taking it.
[ The commotion in the audience dies down a bit as they take in the new person, and then an uptick in rumouring whispers. The announcer, his tone of voice suddenly having a stark turn for the worst, yells in a normal-volume voice away from the microphone. ]
S... SHIT! IT'S A REAL VAULT HUNTER! FUCKING RUN!
[ ...And with that, the arena bursts into chaos, with people -- both audience and fighters alike, actually -- taking a run for it in all directions. The audience seems to head to escaping through whatever audience-specific entryway they got, while the others in the field, just like you, decide to run for the open doors the Hogcrusher came through.
The assassin only cranes their head curiously, before getting into the truck themselves instead. He just shoves the dead body out of the driver's seat -- fortunately, the body does NOT fall on Owen on the way down [4]. ]
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The arrival of someone who brings so much dread to everyone here obviously gets her guard up. These people are bloodthirsty spectators in matches to death, with no qualms at sending a bunch of people to their doom just for some entertainment. To have so much fear in them, in such a sincere manner...yeah, something's up. Better keep her guard up.
As she sees it, either this Vault Hunter will try to kill them, or he'll leave and abandon them to their luck. The second one probably will be what she'd prefer.
No time to pick up the whip. Nuwa makes sure to keep the Invitation, having discarded the other one. She doesn't approach the vehicle or the Vault Hunter -- she keeps her distance, ready to run towards the open doors if necessary]
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It's not the first time Owen's died here or at home, so he will continue climbing into the Hogcrusher.
He does pay attention to which way the people were running. Looks like his out is the way the vehicle came.
Not that he knows anything about driving this thing, even now that he's properly on it. Sure his arm is bleeding and broken, but these things happen. Also Cerberus is as stubborn as he is, so I guess they're both bleeding on the seats.]
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They're running away. / Well, this is disappointing. / Now, where is that Vault?
[ They are, regardless, focused on the prize it seems. Though when Owen kinda just. Climbs into the car with him, they turn their head at the wizard. The holographic screen reads a large ?. ]
What are you doing? / I do not want your baggage.
[ ...They don't seem to mind, per se. But the earth rumbles some more, and he turns his head a little bit. ]
Don't cause me trouble.
[ Well, hold on tight then! Because someone is apparently not going to slam the gas on this Hogcrusher, you're along for the ride. Don't forget your dog Owen, and don't fall behind Nuwa, as the assassin drives the car right into the doorway at full throttle. Entering the coliseum walls, they'll see flickering lights and steel insides, maybe an H-shaped logo here or there. Alarmed yells of any sad dregs of people who were actually making a sorta-okay living as janitors diving out of the way abound. ]
Tell me what you know / the location of the Vault / or else I cut you.
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Listening to his questions...well, clearly he's the sort of person who doesn't hesitate to attack. Good, that's admirable enough. Nuwa looks at Owen on that vehicle, waiting to see what he'd say. Did you find out anything about this Vault other than what these people were shouting?]
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Unfortunately, he does start smiling as people have to jump out of the way. Yes, it's good to watch people being terrorized when he is not part of that group.]
Dunno. They put us in here to die and "win a vault" whatever that means.
[He has learned nothing.]
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So, you know nothing. / Feel free to get off the car / Your convenience. [ That's one way to say 'fuck you'. ] Or, that is, unless...? / If you help me find the thing / then I will help you.
[ Seem like a fair deal to you? Seems like a fair deal to him. He glances back towards Nuwa once, who's doing a good job of keeping up. You too, lady. ]
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The glance in her direction doesn't go unnoticed. You know what, being civil probably is the right move here. Nuwa nods]
To our mutual benefit.
[Saying yes to that. Although she doesn't really expect Zer0 to help her, most likely backstabbing her later, hey, this is the only choice she sees right now. Saying no would leave her stranded wherever this is. At least aiding should give some time to analye everything and decide what's the best course of action]
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I'll help.
[For now, anyway.]
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Can you drive a car? / No? Well, you better learn quick. / Get to it, chop chop.
[ Fortunately it seems like straight road, granted heading downwards for the time being so Owen doesn't need to do much... yet, but familiarise yourself quick. He'll leap down after unceremoniously plinking Owen down in that seat to also help Nuwa up, so now you can both scream in Driver's Responsibility. Or maybe you can just revel in the fact that you can just absolutely run everything over with a fucking armed-to-the-teeth steamroller, dealer's choice. ]
To the lowest floor. / A Vault Guardian will come. / I mean to kill it.
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✦ CLOSING.