<div class="floatright">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/3f32/f/2012/002/5/6/dust_and_smoke_by_shimmering_sword-d4l4dg7.jpg)</div>Name: Darclight<br/>Where: Malta, Stormwatch<del>Former</del>HQ<br/>Doing What:<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>DARCLIGHT ANGRY!</strong></span><br/>Milestones: Riders on the Storm and...In the Name of the Moon.  (Cue Darclight Facepalm)<br/>1 PP | 0 Physical | 0 Mental | d4 Emotional | 15xp (of 35xp total)<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Reaction: Defeat d12 Sword Rain Attack<br/><br/>Dicepool: Team (d10); Kiss my Acid-Base Complex (d4 + 1PP); Superhuman Durability (d10); Cold Weapons (d10); Michael Myers Would be Proud (d10); Combat Master (d10); Facing the Master of War of 10,000 Worlds Complication (d10); Sultana's Stress (d6)<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Of course.  Of<em>course</em>he had to wisemouth off to her instead of doing the tactical thing and just caving her head in and being done with stupid vampire prats.  (Looking at you, Sparklepyre!)  He probably could have given her something else to remember him by, but now, he had to try and dissuade her from fighting any more, and now she was<em>freaking destroying his house.</em>It was a good thing that the civilization that had built Darclight - the Armorists - had done so with an eye towards standing up anything short of a tactical nuclear strike, because while the armor remained standing, it was going to take a little bit of time to get fixed up and look good as new again.  It had taken nearly everything he had to just<em>stay up</em>under the sword barrage.  He had used gigantic swords of his own ice, hacking through the pattern of projectiles that had flown at him from where the Sultana had summoned them.  The HQ was going to need a lot of work after this was done.  Fortunately, he figured that between himself, Auxilia, and the rest of the team, they would be able to put it back together in...Conway did not want to look at the projections right now.<br/><br/>However.<br/><br/>"Sir, may I remind you that while the nanite stock is capable of repairing the damage after the auto-safeguards are complete, I-"<br/><br/>"I know, I know.  It'll be a lot easier to find someone to help put it back together.  I'll see what I can do about the matter.  See if you can find and track Auxilia-Prime and her drones, they should be able to help out here.  But first, I have one last thing to do."<br/><br/>The sound of the armor coming towards where everyone else had congregated, either by choice or...uh, gravity, would no doubt unnerve at least a couple of the personages there.  For the Spider, this was the man that had almost single-handedly defeated her.  For Sultana, he had withstood her strongest attack, and did not look like he was going to let up in the slightest.<tt class="bbc_tt"> "I gave you an opportunity to stand down, so you could spare damage to <strong>my </strong>house.  You did not take it.  Quite the opposite in fact.  And this is not your house anymore, from now on you rent, and <em>you are going to owe so much rent it will make your head spin</em>." </tt>He came towards her.<tt class="bbc_tt">"And your first payment is due <em>right now</em>." </tt>With that, Darclight<em>flicked</em>Sultana in the forehead with his middle finger.<tt class="bbc_tt"> "That's your first payment.  Your second is to <em>get me a new couch</em>!"</tt><br/><br/>With that, Darclight tromped off towards the Space Hopper, where Auxilia was still located...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actual Dice Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Reaction Roll<br/><br/>1d4 = 1<br/>1d6 = 2<br/>6d10 = 1, 2, 6, 7, 7, 10<br/><br/>Spending 2 PP to keep extra dice for the total.  Reaction 30, effect d10.  Failure to resist, but kept from stepping up.  d12 Physical Stress.<br/></div></div>