The man smiled, she had done what he wanted, he got up spinning his axe that was across his cheast so it came out to where she had rolled. While doing this he pulled the hammer on his gun back

Alise didn't expect, but saw, the man use his axe. Yeah. She got too close, and that was not good agaisnt someone like this guy. Luckily, Alise remembered how this particular Tri she had was armored. Because, well, Heikyo's sword didn't hurt it, so... Maybe this guy's axe wouldnt.

Desperately putting the Large Weapon in a blocking position, Alise took the axe hit. It hit the Tri hard, but, like the guy she killed said, "Aint no sword gonna break this thing." But that didn't matter. What mattered was that she had about 15 PSI of Crushing impact force slamming her backwards, and he had a good spin on the swing, making it all the worse.

Alise flew backwards and skidded agaisnt a Wall near a low divider wall slightly in front of her. "Thank the Architect..." she thinks, rolling behind the divider. It probably wasn't thick enough to stop bullets, unless the bartender was paranoid, but it would reduce the man's accuracy low enough to have a reasonable chance of staying alive.


((When in doubt, duck.))

The man finsished his spin and droped to a knee dodging the rounds shot at him and returned fire to where Alise had rolled and fired taken huge chunks of the wood off, sudenlly someone yelled "GO TO HELL YOU BLACK BASTERD" then a load volly of rounds went off.
the bald man was standing there yelling and firing his tri, then switching hands and firing another, using the wall to brace him, he kept a constant stream of rounds pooring at the man, unlike Alise he didnt worry about bistanders

Jack had changed his mind, and had moved back when things started getting dicey. At first it seemed like the girl would be able to take the man out without much of a problem. When that had fallen through, Jack had begun to worry. Then the bald man with the shotguns had appeared, spraying shotgun blasts everywhere. Jack decided that the faster the eight foot man died, the better off he would be.

Kneeling down, he whipped his rifle into position and began firing round after round, each shot's echo barely silent before another shot rang out,the sight of his gun centered as well as it could be on the massive man's skull

The black man rolled back and held his axe up stoping shots, his jacket was compleatly shredded. His entire body was coverd in the armor, this was tech from before the war, state of the art tech. The fact that this man had something that could make him move that fast and take that much damdge was scary, he jumped back leaving putting the axe on his back, rolled pulling out a secound revolver and fired many times at the bald man. The rounds ripped through the air tearing holes in his chest big enough to put your fist in, the bald man slumped down screaming firing untill his body finally gave and he sat there his blood pouring out, the big man just smilled

Alise cringed as the partition she was hiding behind splintered, huge holes from bullet-fire blazing through it. Luckily, she was unhurt, as the aim was terrible, but still shaken. Suddenly, a bunch of other shooting went on, that wasn't the big guy's. "Good." she thought. That'll give him something to think about.

Popping up from behind the divider wall, Alise had dropped the Tri in favor of her .22 pistol, hoping the .22's natural armor-piercing qualities might help. She figured he couldn't die to sheer weight of fire, so used her enhanced senses for the moment to take a very-careful bead on the man's head as he shot the bald guy. What seemed like several seconds for Alise was really only about 2. She held the good lock on the man's head, and fired. once. with deadly accuracy.

Locke had stayed out of the fighting and had snuck out the back way.

"Why can't people just get along?"

He looked behind to make shure he wasn't followed, and opened his sack.

"Ah well atleast I have earned some shit today"

THe sack was full of drugs and credits which some people would miss tommorow if they survived today.

The bullet enterd the mans head, he fell backwards and stoped moving. Alise has slain the giant

"Thanks, kid." Tepa bowed her head to Alise, wiping the back of her right hand across her brow. She couldn't believe how much of a sweat she had worked up just talking. She could barely imagine the amount that would have come to be if she'd of fought. Her shaking right hand fell to her waist, where she unclipped her canister and took another gulp of the liquid, coughing as she fell to her knees.

"I hate this shit..." she moaned, putting the cap back onto the bottle and affixing it back on her belt. She looked up at the girl, and toward the bar in which the others were hiding. "So. Where do we go from here?"

Jack looked curiously at his gun, wondering whether he was losing his edge or just going crazy. The mutant with half a face asked a question. "So where do we go from here?"

Jack walked over to the corspe of the giant and poked it with his shoe, just to make sure he was dead. After seeing him take three shotgun blasts in the back, he wasn't about to take any chances. "The bartender probably knows, and I get the feeling that he'll be happy to help us," Jack was drawn to the over-sized revolver still in the man's hand. "Anyone mind if I take this?" he asked, inquiring about the revolver.