<blockquote><div><cite>Heretic wrote:</cite>(OOC:Im going to be gone for five days or so, so someone take the cult, and dont let me die people)</div></blockquote><br/><br/>((OOC:  I'll take the Cult if nobody else minds.  Have a good 5 days, Heretic!))<br/><br/>As Jania burst the door and the humans opened up on the cultists, O'Toole grabbed Bane by the arm, pulling him towards the back of the building.  "Come on!" she urged.<br/><br/>Halvorson looked at the gun in his hand and stuffed it in a pocket, bringing his shotgun to bear.  He used the doorway for cover and slammed out three rounds at the nearest cultist, bracing himself against the gun's kick.  No matter how much training a slave could get, he was still a slave, and was unused to the power of a firearm.  His aim was good, though he saw his shots deflect off the cultist's buckler and fumed.  "They got some sorta shields!" he called over the gunfire.  "Try to find a weak spot!"<br/><br/>Janus took up station beside Halvorson at the door, lighting up his Uzi, but he was not used to the kick of such a powerful weapon and many of his shots went wild.  Collins sighted his trank gun and found a cultist with his arm exposed.  He leaned into the doorway and let fly a syringe full of morphine, striking the badger-fur directly in the arm.  Where he had picked up his keen eye none of his squad knew, but it served him well.  The cultist badger staggered and fell, knocked out by the powerful narcotic.<br/><br/>"He's breakfast," Collins muttered, sighting on another cultist.<br/><br/>The Blood Cult's leader fell back behind his minions.  "Slaughter them!  Devour them!" he shouted.  Jania had fallen among them, her axes slashing bloody arcs among the cultists.  "Take her down!  Go for the legs!  Our god commands you!!"  A few cultists made a mad slide along the ground at Jania's feet, readying their red-tinted blades to slash...<br/><br/>The doorway of the safe house was a gout of bullets and flame, sending ricochets off the cultists' bucklers.  Those closest to the safe house pressed onward, keeping their shields ahead of them, readying their twisted blades for death's work.