WtL Combat

[AyeGill]

Jack lept over the edge of the building, grey cloak billowing behind him as he fell onto the man below. "You're going down, punk," he said is his raspy voice.
As he landed on him, he grabbed for him.

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1d20+10=19(jump check to avoid damage)
1d20+7=21(touch attack to initiate grapple)
1d20+7=23(grapple check to initiate grapple)
2d6=5, 2d6=5(Nonlethal and lethal damage, respectively, from fall)

[sirpercival]

As Jack tries to grab the perp, the guy panics and swings the launcher like a club.  The blow is incredibly lucky and catches Jack right under the chin, stunning him long enough for the perp to evade his grasp.

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Damn, nat 20 with an improvised weapon.  Failed the confirmation, so 5 bludgeoning damage and a broken-up grapple.  What's the wolf doing?

[Flay Crimsonwind]

Giving a slight, dark chuckle at the response and the response timing, Roy bolted, pistol still in hand. He did what was necessary, but he wanted to bag this perp himself.

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Roy is gonna double-move, winding up just barely around the corner.

[Jackinthegreen]

Radon hopped from the building's roof down to the ground and landed relatively softly.  He pointed his gun at the perp and held steady.  "You're surrounded with more on their way.  Surrender."

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Jump/tumble check succeeded to lessen fall damage, took 5 nonlethal and 1 lethal.  Readied action to shoot perp in the face if he does anything hostile or continues to try escaping.

[AyeGill]

Jack, knocked momentarily off balance by the lucky blow, quickly regained his composure, sticking his horribly disfigured face towards the dodger. "Don't make me force the police guys to use their dead people speaky magic when we're interrogating you. Drop the peashooter"

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The wolf readies an action to jump down and -attack the perp if he should move.

[sirpercival]

The perp freezes, a sick and angry look on his face -- he knows he's been caught.

Then suddenly there's a high-pitched whine as an Interceptor drone spins through the air around the corner.  It fires a Solomon Staple (a harpoon with a winched cable, designed to either reel a perp in or anchor them to the ground or a solid object) at the guy, which pierces his side and embeds the pointy end in the brick of the building (narrowly missing Jack and his wolf).

There's a spray of dark blood onto the packed snow, and a surprised and forced exhalation as the perp's punctured lung deflates.  His body slumps over the Staple, hanging in the air at a macabre angle, motionless.

((Let's move this back to the WtL main thread.))