Since folks seem to be adding musical themes: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=geHLdg_VNww)<br/><br/>Rez reached a gauntleted hand out to cradle Newt's cheek. The kid was still too damned fresh. Needed to be told everything. "Aw, don' y'like the tune, baby?" she almost crooned at him, then switched to a full throttle roar in his face. "...THEN MOUNT THE FUCK UP N'MAKE SOME NOISE!" A light slap accompanied the Chopper's admonishment...She doesn't draw her arm back for it, just uses her wrist, but there's definitely more sting to it than a pat. A reminder of who he really needs to fear if he doesn't man up, and quick-like. The more experienced bikers are already on their rides, or on their feet and moving towards them...Except for the three who got told off to drag the deadweight, their rides still harnessed to the trailer.<br/><br/>She stands in the saddle, whistling shrilly for attention as she studies the other vehicles, then shakes her head (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56318), scowling as she draws her own conclusions. Fifteen bikes and riders, and in this terrain they ought to be able to outpace and outmaneuver those trucks without working up a sweat. Fuckitall, when in doubt...<br/><br/>She drops back down, stomping the kick-starter hard and wakening the old beast of a Harley with a hungry roar. Every one of the gang is looking her way now, frozen. "You, you, you." She points at Gabber, Vamp and Tack...Her three best rifles. "Stay with Manny n'keep'is fuckin' head DOWN. It gets blown off y'better eat y'own gun."<br/><br/>"Sliver." She scowls irritably at him. "Getcha ass over to th'toy soldier an' tellum we best knows our friends by who's stompin' our enemies."<br/><br/>She takes the battered old stop-sign in her left hand, standing up astride her ride once more, waves it twice left, once right and down...And every single one of the Vultures moves (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56319). There's a momentary fuss when the ones staying realize the<em>Buitres</em>whose mounts are tethered will be using the riflemen's rides, but Rez silences it with a screech. The gang spreads out, thunder rumbling across the dying grasslands as they ride towards the three vehicles.<br/><br/>Rez replaces the battered old sign in the chunk of pipe that holds it, instead shoving her fist through the wrist-strap of her sawn-off and tugging it out to be ready, laid across the old hawg's handlebars. The signal was simple and damn near the default standard for the gang. Draw off two, take down one. It'll be the slowest one, or the least maneuverable, or whichever loses a tire to buckshot at close range...Whichever one can be split away from its friends first when the swarm of bikers swirls around them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Links to actual rolls are in the text, following 'You say it, you do it.' Dice bot's being unkind already: 5 on the Read A Sitch, and a meagre, barely-succeeded-at-all on Going Aggro...The pack is deploying to attack so that seemed more appropriate; I don't figure it's Seize By Force until we get into shooting range or pick out a primary target.<br/><br/>Oh yeah. Marking 1/5 on Sharp, and 1/5 on Hard.</div></div>