Salvation Outpost - Chapter 2

OOC: just pointing out that the initiative order references patroller 5 and 6 while the map references patroller 6 and 7. Is Patroller 5 (from the initiative) Patroller 7...or is Patroller 7 on the map actually Patroller 5?

The half-orc continues his run toward the cannon. From his position near the door, Kleber catches glimpses of the purple lights and the flash of 37's lightning.
Knowing it means more hostiles, the Ranger tightens his grip on the crossbow, hurrying to the roof and wondering when the giantess will show up.

Vice will head over to the same alley where Sheriff is, and tries to hide there.

The battle went on as expected. The barrage of magic and gunfire flashed past Armat to drill into the foolish warforged relentlessly approaching out in the open, casting his face in various hues and shades while he stood calmly. In truth, he had stood in that place many times, commanding his forces during the Last War. Today, just as then, he knew no pity for his foe as it was steadily being ripped apart. No, today he even knew contempt, for if this was truly the remnant of the mighty warforged armies, it was pathetic indeed. With their loss of tactics and self-preservation, they allowed themselves to be slaughtered. Seeing this, Armat mused that perhaps they wished this end in their false hearts. And why not? They had no place in this world. They had been made for war, and the war was no more. It was time for them to fade as well.

He observed as one of the warforged finally showed a modicum of intellect and found cover. That would not do. It had to die. With swift steps Armat walked forward, meeting the remaining false man in the street. His halberd flashed..

Peldan opts to assist in the elimination of a known and within range target. He lets fly another eldritch blast at the warforged nearest him.

Choosing to let those with an actual cannon focus on the massive titan, 37 focuses on battles he feels he can win -- patrollers. To which, he takes aim and lets lightning arc towards one of the rank and file.

SheK moves to H27 to view around the building to see who is coming down that street. She maintains concentration on the Faerie Fire.

Kleber can't help but chuckle while wearing a big dumb smile now that the cannon is ready and aimed. "Wanted to do this since I saw those beauties on an airship's deck. Cover your ears!" He warns the two others operating the weapon before shooting a magic cannonball at the 20 ft tall golden target hiding behind someone's shop.

Having heard the cannon fired, Peldan understood that as serious as things already were...they'd gotten much more serious. He too, did not think there was much he could do to help against the titaness, but helping to eliminate other threats was something he could do. The little halfling magically teleported himself further down the street and then moved on foot to be along side Armat, which gave him a clear shot against the warforged patroller that Vice and the Sherrif were in direct combat with. Peldan released a blast of eldritch energy at the immediate threat.

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The warforged's dying words barely registered with Armat when the roar of the cannon made him whip about to see the smoke plume from its barrel. So this was their plan? He looked back to see the titan unharmed and in cover.
It seems it has failed. Fools.

There was some irony to the fact that the leader of these warforged, the mightiest of their number, had the sense to protect itself and not engage in a hopeless battle. A little late, considering its minions were already down. Well, all but one. Armat stepped down the street, his eyes fixed on the shape of the titan.

"ABOMINATION!"
The knight's voice, honed by years of command, called out his foe. It was laden with the bitterness and resentment he carried since the Last War for Titaness' vile kind. As he passed, he lashed out at the last dying warforged soldier, but he cared little for the little men when their commander still stood.

"COME! FACE ME! I SHALL MAKE AN END OF YOU, AND YOUR VILE KIND! NO MORE SHALL YOU BOTHER THE LANDS OF NOBLE MEN!"
The challenge rang down the street and Armat waited to see if it would be answered..