A House Divided [Part 2]

[cityship]

[Instructions: Here.]

The fighting begins in earnest, as bystanders get dragged in, have to duck out of the way, or join in to help out, but with more people entering the fray, there's even more chaos.

Buildings have been cracked, a nearby fountain has been smashed, causing water to pour over the ground and make things even more of a mess.

Can anyone, Security or the Conspirators, keep the situation under control?

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Re: Yeerkball! The best sport you've never played!

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

There was another grunt of pain from Kirk as the metal case slammed into Kirk's solar plexus. That hurt. Quite a bit actually. He found himself struggling to breathe for a moment.

But he couldn't let Sam go. He could not allow this man to get away with murder. Not here. Not now. Not ever. He staggered back for a moment and then doggedly leaped to the attack again, trying to pin the other man's arms.

Re: Yeerkball! The best sport you've never played!

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

This wasn't going to work. It was one thing fighting one-handed, but having to do so with neither hand while the opponent had both. As much as he hated to do it, Sam knew he couldn't keep the Yeerk. He risked losing it anyway if he did.

So, that left one option...

While Kirk had one arm pinned to his side, Sam's other arm--his non-dominant arm--was still somewhat free. Free enough anyway.

With a quick movement, Sam hoisted the metal ball over his head and pitched it, aiming for further into the city...and away from the hub.

Re: Yeerkball! The best sport you've never played!

[inthetimebefore.livejournal.com]

"You were supposed to shoot him!" the man on the rooftop caws impatiently. He stamps his feet and draws his bowstring back with an arrow nocked. Sam and Kirk might want to move, quick, if they don't want to worry about being penetrated by indiscriminate projectiles.

The sudden toss of the Yeerk seems to be completely lost on him.

Re: Yeerkball! The best sport you've never played!

[governmentninja]

Mystery guy needs to worry about a couple of rather discriminating projectiles being lobbed at him. Mainly a pair of 40mm flashbang grenades fired by Leon, who was finally catching up to the Yeerkball after passing it. They won't do much physical damage if they hit, but the brightness and the noise should be more than enough to knock his aim off.

But with the Yeerkball loose again, Leon didn't bother to stand there. He was already on the move after it. He couldn't let Sam's people get their hands on it.

Re: Yeerkball! The best sport you've never played!

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

Kirk tried to stop Sam from tossing the Yeerk - and then found that he had to release Winchester and get out of the line of fire of a crazy man with a bow. He dove for his phaser, grabbing it, and coming up in a crouch, searching for a target.

Re: Yeerkball! The best sport you've never played!

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Suddenly release, Sam rolled away from the projectiles being fired at him--by...someone who was supposed to be on his side?! WTF?!?--retrieving his Beretta, then his shot just before the arrows--or whatever they were--struck.

Glancing over and seeing Kirk momentarily distracted by the mystery man, Sam seized the opportunity to chase down the Yeerk again, running off in the direction that he'd thrown it.

Re: Yeerkball! The best sport you've never played!

[inthetimebefore.livejournal.com]

The man snarls like an animal as the flashbangs go off, staggering and stepping wrong -

and he falls right off the roof, hitting the ground with a meaty *smack*. The bow flies away from him, and so do a fair number of his arrows. He's already staggering back to his feet, though his face is now a bloody mess. He hisses, whips a rune-edged short-sword out of his cloak, and charges to recover his bow.

Re: Yeerkball! The best sport you've never played!

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Lafiel staggered to her feet. Bits of ice had cut angry slashes across her arms, the back of her head and neck. No other injuries besides that general numb, twanging feeling you sometimes get from full body impacts as if her bones were a tuning fork.

Something glinted on the walkway...The prisoner! Her spotlight illuminated it in the air as she raced towards it. It glinted as it flew, like Team Rocket after a failed mission.