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Just Inside the Gates, early Saturday

Tyrion was still adjusting his gauntlets as he took his place atop a large rock and raised his voice. He supposed the muggy day meant he'd pay in sweat for the suit of armor as the sun rose higher, but he was still a Lannister. He would wear proper red and gold insignia today for the sake of that.

He took a moment to glance over his army. It wasn't much of one, a few dozen children and every explosive that could be cobbled together out of scraps. Those with him still deserved the dignity of any troops.

"We don't have a lot of time before we're noticed," he began, "so I will make this short. Today, you are all doing something very brave in taking up arms, and I thank you for it. We may be hurt. We may not succeed. If we do succeed, you may find no glory in it. We may not get songs written about us, or gold to fill our pockets -- and if you're out here for any of that, wipe those thoughts from your mind.

"But this island -- the people on this island -- deserve better than the dictatorship of a madwoman. We deserve the freedom to think as we want. The right to kiss someone we love outside on a summer day. And as I speak, some of your compatriots are risking their lives to free our imprisoned friends from her clutches. Others will be working through the night to find a way to dethrone her once and for all. Our distraction will give them the time and space they need to reach those goals. Let's not let anyone down."

He drew a breath, took one last glance to the school. "Now, on three, pick up your weapons and go."

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Arm up, do deep breathing, listen to Tyrion. The weapons are somewhat moddable but include C-4, Nitro-9 and rickshaws rigged to explode on contact.

1, 2, 3, GO.

For noticing there are a whole lot of explosions going on outside and reacting.

Edited 2012-07-28 11:52 (UTC)

For any one-on-one fighting, or the like.

For ... aftermathy bits, treatment of injuries, etc.

I am going to be in and out today, but prod me here or on email if you need anything.

Jo knelt by a rickshaw, double-checking the contact fuse. Thank you, Ash for showing ten-year-old her the right places to find information on explosives on the internet.

Piper didn't need a weapon. She had her hands. They were like C-4 already.

Edited 2012-07-28 17:35 (UTC)

Explosions definitely had a way of getting Clint's attention, and he peered outside to try to figure out what was going on, before grabbing his bow. Someone was going to regret this little plan.

So the resistance had explosives. That was charming. If they wanted to throw anything else though, they might have to make their way through some arrows first.

[For anyone who wants to get shot at! SP warning from 3-8 Eastern.]

Okay, so, no one should really trust Maeby around explosives. On the other hand, Maeby plus explosives could hardly be worse than the crazy person making people write lines with that sick pen of hers.

So really she was going to get ready and listen to that guy do his speech. And try not to look as nervous as she felt.

On the upside, if she died today, it was probably going to be doing something really fucking awesome. So there was that.

Piper was as ready for battle as she was going to get. Now, it was time to cause a big explosive distraction. That random wall seemed like a good start.

Tyrion noticed the first volley of arrows when one bounced off a rickshaw.

This was going to make things harder, but it was hardly unexpected. He crept forward, holding a shield over his head as he peered up to try to spot the archer or archers.

Clint was keeping an eye out for anything that was moving, and a shield with someone under it was kind of noticeable. Clint readied an arrow and twisted himself a little, trying to at least hit the shield, if not get past it.

Since the force appeared to be mainly children using the explosives, Ghanima felt it her duty to be here, and act as their shield while they did their part.

She had taken a double-dose of the spice today, and her eyes were brighter, her movements faster, than she had been in years. Leto had always said Ghanima was 'more Liet than Atreides,' and today it was Ghani, daughter of Chani, daughter of Liet of Tabr, who was ready for battle, not the Princess Royal.

This was what she was here for.

Ghanima moved, slipping effortlessly into the Weirding Way to end up in front of Clint from her original position behind the children.

"Archer."

The shot hit the shield hard enough that Tyrion jerked his arm down in surprise. (He was, perhaps, unclear on what good camouflage was.)

He'd recover his position quickly, but quite possibly less quickly than a good archer could get off another shot.

Edited 2012-07-28 18:53 (UTC)

Sean didn't need explosives. He had an explosion spell he'd cobbled together over the years, thanks to various reference books he'd managed to hide away and a healthy dose of experimentation.

He mentally went over the spell, making sure he knew every bit of what he needed to do. This was the first time he'd have used it on anything larger than a glass from the kitchen, but if any time called for it that'd be now.

Sean took a deep breath before flicking his fingers and firing off his spell, pleased to see it take out a nice-sized chunk of wall. It was probably nowhere near as effective as Piper's abilities would be, and certainly not nearly as effective as the explosives themselves, but it was contributing to the effort and that was what mattered.

He took a deep breath before firing off the spell again.

Sean was around, ready to help anybody who needed it with a healing spell. He hoped he wouldn't have to help anybody, but with everything that'd gone on so fast... yeah, at least someone was sure to need healing.

He wasn't a professional at it, by any means, but his healing spells would do more than enough to help stabilize until they could get people to the real healers.

Edited 2012-07-28 19:15 (UTC)

Ace, her jacket pockets stuffed with Nitro cans as well as smaller containers that she could use with her slingshot, moved among the piles of weapons, handing the more volatile cans to those she figured knew how to use them without blowing their own heads off, and directing others toward the more stable compounds. Also the ones with longer fuses.

Could she get close enough to the walls to actually toss a can of Nitro-9 over, and maybe take out part of the school itself?

Ace wouldn't know until she tried, so here she was trying. One.... two.... three.... THROW.

And three, two... o--- BOOOOOM!

Right, she noted as the explosion sent her flying back a few feet before she was completely out of the way, dirt and rubble scraping up her hands and one side of her face. Longer fuses for the Nitro too.

Edited 2012-07-28 19:28 (UTC)

When the shaking of the school began, the coast shook right along with it -- and off that coast, a sated but very wakeful form had been floating in the water, nearer the surface than usual. Waiting.

No longer: amid the explosions and shouting, long, dripping arms reached up, clambering over the crumbling walls, dragging the hard, beaked body behind them.

And up, and up, and up the Principal's Tower, clinging and shaking the masonry as she moved.

"BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"

Unfortunately for Tyrion, Clint was a very good archer, and when he saw the man jerk, he made another shot before his window of opportunity closed.

Clint jumped back, looking startled for a moment before the anger at being taken by surprise took over. "Well, hello to you too. What the hell was that?"

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Just Inside the Gates, early Saturday

Before the Battle

During the Battle - Resistance

During the Battle - Loyalists

During the Battle - Clashes

After the Battle

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