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Quote:I suppose it means they're unpatriotic.Originally Posted by Adeon Hawkwood
What on earth was the justification for using THAT as a measure of team-mate-worthiness? -
Quote:Yes... the bug is that Nightstar has no stun protection in her PToD.Originally Posted by Arcanaville
It weakens mez strength of the target. That means all powers that the target uses that apply mez effects are reduced. That includes the mez powers they shoot at you, and the mez protection powers they "shoot" at themselves.
(The mez in) Mez attacks is duration-based: strength (aka enhancements) makes their duration longer. So benumb does the opposite: it makes those mez durations shorter. Mez protection powers are (tend to be) mag-based: strength (in theory) makes them have higher or lower mag. So Benumb reduces the magnitude of mez protection powers.
Because we can't slot mez protection powers for mez, and usually can't debuff enemy mez strength, we usually don't know or notice what strength does to mez protection. But Benumb knows (Weaken does the same thing).
Having said that, most mez protection effects in purple triangles are tagged to ignore strength - i.e. to be undebuffable. So Benumb cannot debuff the mez protection in purple triangles in the general case. -
I had to look it up...
But Athyra was absolutely awful. -
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Quote:Near as I can figure, PBU+Benumb+the ability to stack about Mag 18 of stuns>PToD.Originally Posted by Syntax42
Benumb > PToD?!?! Does it prevent them from activating it, or suppress it completely? In other words, if PToD is on and you activate Benumb, will it turn off the PToD?
After reading this, I really want to get my Cold/Sonic AV killer leveled ASAP. -
Shield defense also stacks -damage from AAO and the KM attacks.
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I hadn't realized how amazingly powerful Benumb is...
She kept Nightstar stunned for all but a few seconds... through the PToD. -
Quote:The only public statement I will make on this matter is that, yes, the message to which Mondo refers was a PM.Originally Posted by Flea_Mark_Evil
Smersh - I for one would love to know if it was a tell or a PM. Simply because if you sent it to him in the form of a PM and he brought it out into the public? Ho ho, no.
Flea.
Otherwise, I'm choosing to ignore this nonsense and continue on with my story. It's not worth worrying about. -
I worked a quick Mids build for it as well... based it on Leviathan Mastery, which is the best APP for getting resistance bonuses.
It's... possible to do, but it would be very, very expensive. To paraphrase Arcanaville: One PVP IO is reasonable. Twenty-six is possible, but ridiculous.
That's a lot of Gladiator's Strike - five sets of five, plus the Shield Wall +Res. Though... I just checked the market price on the Gladiator's Strike, and it's nowhere near as ridiculous as I thought. Still... the Shield Wall is a 2 billion inf IO, so start running those tip missions. Twenty-six PVP IOs will give you about 12% more S/L resist.
With the Alpha slot, you can cap it. EM is great, with all those single-target attacks that can take Glad Strikes.
Edit: Make no mistake, you're still looking at a six billion inf. build. -
Quote:10th half hour. Quaterfield.Originally Posted by Siberian_Spring
Still going... 9th half hour: Quaterfield.
Two and a half bottles of wine later. -
Tonight is the night! We've got three spots left!
Celebrate the New Year with a drunken task force tonight! -
Quote:Nope. Nor do Bruises or Fury of the Gladiator.Originally Posted by Jibikao
Do you know if AH procs from two players stack?
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Tatyana sat in a creaking office chair. The desk was piled high with paperwork and the walls were covered with old, framed propaganda posters. The selection of the posters, she thought, might give her some insight into the man.
She had a hot cup of tea, fresh from the samovar, and the first decent cigarette she'd had in decades. Udachny had been prepared for apocalyptic nuclear war and among the supplies laid in were thousands upon thousands of cigarettes, most of which were stale before the cache was even opened.
It had not taken much for her husband to recover; it was only a mild concussion and the effects would fade in short order. He had taken all of the strangeness with equanimity and had not batted an eye when confronted with an older version of himself. "He is the third version of myself I have run into this week... after that it should take a bit more to shake me, da?" he had quipped.
He had urged her to meet with the person in charge, the one who made the decisions. He would be fine and would be waiting for her when the meeting was over. She had argued with herself internally for a moment, balancing what she saw as her duty to keep her family safe against her belief that her husband could take care of himself. Hope won out over caution and she left her husband to the company of these others.
She decided that she would think of this man as Smersh. He clearly could not be called Yevgeny Korsakov, because Yevgeny Korsakov was her husband. This old, scarred man had some similarities, but many differences. He carried himself as a soldier, tough and somehow rigid; a far cry from the easy grace of her husband.
She absently stirred her tea as she stared into the middle distance. Then she began to speak.
"The Hamidon Wars almost certainly kept us out of Afghanistan, da. My unit were among the first within my country to encounter what came to be called the Zemnyye Pozhirateli, the Earth Devourers. They were a threat that simply could not be faced head-on. It was as though the very rocks and trees, our own motherland turned against us."
"Unit?" Smersh prompted, unconsciously tugging at his black uniform jacket.
"Da, of course. I was Spetznaz, a captain. I was deployed all over the world. My... well, my husband, your double, worked in a high-security science city in Siberia. He is no scientist, I am afraid. Just a technician," she chuckled.
Smersh raised an eyebrow. "I do not suppose that was Udachny, was it?"
"Ah, yes. Udachny. I see that you've heard of it. In our world it was a fortified science city, as well as a prototype nuclear shelter city. It was designed to last forever under the worst of conditions. Thankfully, it did work, but not quite so well as expected. Worst case scenario plans never do." Tatyana paused for a moment, thinking. "How is it that you knew of Udachny, tovarisch? It is hardly a tourist destination."
Smersh drummed his fingers. "The same way I recognized you. Your... double worked there. She is a mathematician and physicist who worked there. Her specialty is dimensional physics and the structure of the multiverse."
"My double, a physicist? And mathematician, specializing in dimensional travel? How odd. I have never had all that much of an interest in such things. My husband did work with them, until..."
Smersh rolled a cigarette between his fingers. "Until the Siberian Dimensional incident."
"How do you know of the Siberian Dimensional Incident? It was highly classified. And I am certain that rumors are not yet trans-dimensional," Tatyana said with a small frown.
Smersh reached down and Tatyana heard the metal on metal scrape of a drawer opening. His hand came up, holding a thick file. He said, "The same thing happened in our world."
"It did? A strange thing to be constant across worlds."
"It is... a long story... and one of large cosmic implications. Perhaps I shall tell it to you someday."
Tatyana quirked an eyebrow. "Perhaps I shall have it from you someday, comrade."
There was a silence, not quite uncomfortable, but certainly palpable. Tatyana covered it by pouring herself another cup of tea, while Smersh lit another cigarette. Exhaling a plume of smoke, Smersh volunteered, "Your double was lost in another world for quite some time."
Tatyana seized on the conversational gambit. "Da, my husband was lost in that incident as well, for a number of years," she said. "Of course, as you can see, he made it back to us, and with strange new powers. Something to do with monastic living on whatever world he found himself on. Let me tell you, it is still annoying that he no longer eats meat." Tatyana's eyes widened behind her sunglasses. She could not believe that she had shared such an intimate detail with someone who, despite the familiar face, was essentially a stranger to her.
"Another way in which he and I differ. Aside from the hair." They both chuckled for a moment, Smersh in response to his own joke and Tatyana to cover her mortification. Tatyana sipped at her tea and mentally prepared herself, thinking her way through her mental note cards. Better to let them speak than to risk another such embarrassment. It was time for the question she had come to ask.
Tatyana leaned forward in her chair and stared into the leaves in the bottom of her cup for a moment before she spoke.
"By the time he came back, with his fewer missing years, the world had taken a long turn for the worse. Our motherland is overrun by those creatures, a wasteland. We tried every weapon in our arsenal against them, but they just kept coming. Udachny still stands, as do a few other cities in Russia, but the price was high.
"It was scorched earth. For fifty miles around our remaining cities, nothing can live, nothing grows. The only thing that keeps us safe for now will certainly kill us, poisoning us by degrees. Radioactive, polluted ground, air, water," she took a quick breath to steady herself, "going outside to scout means wearing heavy protective gear. Living inside means distilled water, filtered air, and tasteless hydroponic food.
"There are rumors that a few nomadic tribes have risen to take over the steppe and roam freely through the few ways that still support life. The rest... where the nuclear, chemical and biological agents have not taken hold, the Pozhirateli have. Our homeland no longer exists.
"My husband, our daughter Alisa, myself and a few others undertook a dangerous journey, crossing over the Arctic, to this supposed crown jewel of humanity, Praetoria. Outside of the dead zones, we no longer had to wear sealed protective suits, but we had to keep on our filter masks. To sleep, we had to set up tents with self-contained oxygen supplies.
"We had, of course, heard the broadcasts proclaiming the supremacy of Czar Cole over all of humanity, taking over the United Nations Security Council, supposedly destroying the source of the creatures. If he did, then why do they still roam my nation?" It was clearly a rhetorical question. Tatyana was sitting up taller now, speaking with a quiet passion that brooked no interruption.
"It was the New Soviets, liberals and peacemongers, that turned over their power to him, in the hopes that he would save them. He did not." She snorted derisively. "Our cities, our fortresses... we chose to rely upon our own industry and genius to keep us alive, not some supposed super-god-man from America. I suppose that it could be called a small civil war, but there was little shooting going on. We lived, such as it was. Most of them did not.
"With the Udachny incident we had lost our greatest minds in the field of dimensional travel, which is what we have pegged our hopes upon. We knew that, to find assistance for our plight, we should have to look to other worlds. Someone, somewhere, had to have an answer. We did not have the technology and if it existed anywhere, it would be in Praetoria.
"Apparently, Czar Cole intends to abandon his world and bring his people here; to subject you all to his rule. I... find myself uncaring," she said, pushing aside the lie to herself. "As you can see, we found our way here, because of the people of your world. Your scientists, your soldiers, they have been interfering in Praetorian politics. There is a war brewing, and because of it, my people are suffering. This is not our war. I do not care about all of the posturing. I care about my home.
"Had your Dr. Sheridan chosen to make contact with us we would have been happy to assist him in fighting this Cole, had he but promised to help us restore our country. He did not. He does not care about us. He only worries about Praetoria because it is a threat to your home. This does not concern me; and I cannot care about this impending war, because both sides will ignore us and leave us to die in the miserable wasteland that is our Rodina.
"I came seeking you, because I had heard of your group. I want... I need help... for my country. I hope that you will agree to aid us. And if you will not, I will thank you for the attention to my husband, the tea, and I will seek help on yet another world.
"I trust I have explained myself adequately to you, Old Bald Yevgeny Korsakov Who Is Not My Husband? Or may I just call you Smersh?"
She fixed him with her gaze, one corner of her mouth twitching. She knew she had taken a risk, a calculated one. Either he would agree to help with everything he could spare or he would dismiss her immediately and leave her with nothing to show for her efforts. Not even passage to another world or back to her home.
Everything she had done in this world rode on the next few moments and she had no idea what they held. She pursed her lips, to keep the butterflies within her stomach, and waited for an eternity. -
The Amber series by Robert Zelazny. The great city of Amber is the only real world, and all other worlds are merely shadows. At the other end of reality lies the Courts of Chaos. And all ten books are shorter than two Robert Jordan doorstops.
The Night Watch series, Sergei Lukayenko. Modern urban fantasy, set in modern Russia. The translation can be a bit awkward at times, but it's fascinating stuff.
Michael Moorcock's Eternal Champion stuff. Moorcock coined the phrase multiverse.
The Black Company series, Glen Cook. The later books draw heavily on Hindu myth, a largely unmined area in western fantasy.
The Jhereg series, Steven Brust. A professional assassin who takes down wizards. Many of the books are great swashbucklers, though there is at least one major dud in the series.
Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser series, Fritz Leiber. Another bunch of fun swashbucklers.
Fragile Things, Neil Gaiman. A short story collection, but the first story is a Sherlock Holmes/Cthulhu crossover.
Boneshaker, Cherie Priest. Alternate US history steampunk with zombies.
Anathem, Neal Stephenson. Worldbuilding and a meditation on the quantum nature of consciousness.
The Deed of Paksenarrion, Elizabeth Moon. Mercenary becomes a paladin, and a fine read.
That should keep you busy a while. -
Here's some quick tweaks to your build. Sacrifices were made. It's not quite soft-capped to all three positions, but it's within decimals of percentages.
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Bionic ninja chick: Level 50 Science Scrapper
Primary Power Set: Katana
Secondary Power Set: Dark Armor
Power Pool: Leaping
Power Pool: Fighting
Power Pool: Leadership
Power Pool: Speed
Ancillary Pool: Darkness Mastery
Hero Profile:
Level 1: Sting of the Wasp- (A) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Damage
- (5) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Damage/Endurance/Recharge
- (5) Mako's Bite - Chance of Damage(Lethal)
- (17) Mako's Bite - Damage/Endurance
- (19) Mako's Bite - Damage/Recharge
- (19) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Endurance/Recharge
- (A) Aegis - Resistance
- (15) Aegis - Resistance/Recharge
- (25) Aegis - Resistance/Endurance/Recharge
- (34) Aegis - Endurance/Recharge
- (39) Aegis - Resistance/Endurance
- (A) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Damage
- (3) Mako's Bite - Damage/Endurance
- (3) Mako's Bite - Damage/Recharge
- (42) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Endurance/Recharge
- (43) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Damage/Endurance/Recharge
- (45) Mako's Bite - Chance of Damage(Lethal)
- (A) Aegis - Resistance
- (13) Aegis - Resistance/Recharge
- (13) Aegis - Endurance/Recharge
- (39) Aegis - Resistance/Endurance
- (39) Aegis - Resistance/Endurance/Recharge
- (A) Gaussian's Synchronized Fire-Control - To Hit Buff
- (7) Gaussian's Synchronized Fire-Control - To Hit Buff/Recharge
- (7) Gaussian's Synchronized Fire-Control - To Hit Buff/Recharge/Endurance
- (9) Gaussian's Synchronized Fire-Control - Recharge/Endurance
- (9) Gaussian's Synchronized Fire-Control - To Hit Buff/Endurance
- (11) Gaussian's Synchronized Fire-Control - Chance for Build Up
- (A) HamiO:Nucleolus Exposure
- (40) HamiO:Nucleolus Exposure
- (42) Defense Buff IO
- (A) Aegis - Resistance
- (11) Aegis - Resistance/Recharge
- (15) Aegis - Endurance/Recharge
- (37) Aegis - Resistance/Endurance
- (37) Aegis - Resistance/Endurance/Recharge
- (A) Blessing of the Zephyr - Run Speed, Jump, Flight Speed, Range
- (17) Blessing of the Zephyr - Knockback Reduction (4 points)
- (31) Defense Buff IO
- (A) Blessing of the Zephyr - Knockback Reduction (4 points)
- (31) Blessing of the Zephyr - Run Speed, Jump, Flight Speed, Range/Endurance
- (45) Blessing of the Zephyr - Run Speed, Jump, Flight Speed, Range
- (A) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Damage
- (21) Mako's Bite - Damage/Endurance
- (23) Mako's Bite - Damage/Recharge
- (23) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Endurance/Recharge
- (25) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Damage/Endurance/Recharge
- (48) Mako's Bite - Chance of Damage(Lethal)
- (A) Steadfast Protection - Resistance/+Def 3%
- (A) Eradication - Damage
- (A) Eradication - Accuracy/Damage/Endurance/Recharge
- (34) Eradication - Accuracy/Damage/Recharge
- (36) Eradication - Damage/Recharge
- (36) Theft of Essence - Chance for +Endurance
- (A) Eradication - Accuracy/Damage/Endurance/Recharge
- (37) Eradication - Accuracy/Damage/Recharge
- (40) Eradication - Accuracy/Recharge
- (46) Eradication - Damage
- (48) Eradication - Damage/Recharge
- (50) Eradication - Chance for Energy Damage
- (A) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Damage
- (27) Mako's Bite - Damage/Endurance
- (27) Mako's Bite - Damage/Recharge
- (29) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Endurance/Recharge
- (29) Mako's Bite - Accuracy/Damage/Endurance/Recharge
- (31) Mako's Bite - Chance of Damage(Lethal)
- (A) Luck of the Gambler - Recharge Speed
- (40) Luck of the Gambler - Defense
- (43) Luck of the Gambler - Defense/Endurance
- (A) Luck of the Gambler - Recharge Speed
- (36) Luck of the Gambler - Defense
- (A) Obliteration - Damage
- (33) Obliteration - Accuracy/Recharge
- (33) Obliteration - Damage/Recharge
- (33) Obliteration - Accuracy/Damage/Recharge
- (34) Obliteration - Accuracy/Damage/Endurance/Recharge
- (45) Obliteration - Chance for Smashing Damage
- (A) Scirocco's Dervish - Accuracy/Damage
- (42) Scirocco's Dervish - Accuracy/Recharge
- (43) Scirocco's Dervish - Accuracy/Damage/Endurance
- (46) Scirocco's Dervish - Damage/Endurance
- (46) Scirocco's Dervish - Damage/Recharge
- (A) Recharge Reduction IO
- (A) Basilisk's Gaze - Accuracy/Hold
- (50) Basilisk's Gaze - Accuracy/Recharge
- (A) Luck of the Gambler - Recharge Speed
- (48) Luck of the Gambler - Defense
- (50) Defense Buff IO
- (A) Thunderstrike - Accuracy/Damage
- (A) Siphon Insight - Accuracy/ToHit Debuff
Level 1: Brawl- (A) Empty
- (A) Run Speed IO
- (A) Empty
Level 4: Ninja Run
Level 2: Swift- (A) Run Speed IO
- (A) Jumping IO
- (A) Numina's Convalescence - +Regeneration/+Recovery
- (A) Performance Shifter - EndMod
- (21) Performance Shifter - Chance for +End
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Quote:That is accurate, and things lilke the Achilles Heel or Fury of the Gladiator proc do, in fact, stack. That's potentially a 60% buff to the damage output you'd see. Technically, the debuffs are resisted, but in practical terms, if your attack did 100 damage before, it will do 120 damage after. That's true whether the attack does 100 damage, 300, or 1000 before resistances.Originally Posted by Deacon_NA
I just want to simplify the overly complicated wording that "resistance resists resistance debuffs". Bottom line, if an attack gives a 20% debuff (as Bruising does), then the next attack will deliver 20% more damage than it would have without the debuff. While the statement "resistance resists resistance debuffs" is certainly true when describing the effect in the traditional (attribute + buff - debuff) formula, simple algebra shows that in the end, the final damage is damage without debuff * (1 + resistance debuff).
Just to head off any potential misunderstandings, I'm not directing this to any individuals that used "resistance resists resistance debuffs" or saying they're using needlessly complicated wording, I'm purely addressing the concept.
Oh, and grats to the OP. Perhaps it's been done before, but it's the first account of a Tank soloing an AV I've heard.
Also, for your amusement: Tank AV soloists. -
I think the proper answer to your question is 'LOL PVP.' I could be mistaken, though.
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Quote:Resistance resists resistance debuffs.Originally Posted by Jibikao
Bruising effect makes soloing AVs more enjoyable? It's 20% resistance debuff right? Does it get scaled down by higher level mobs?
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I have not seen it myself.
But, honestly... If I were a member of that team and saw someone denied/kicked from a team for that reason? I would leave myself.
Because those are not the kinds of players I particularly want to play with.
The only reason to worry about it is for the Incarnate TFs. -
My wife and I have no plans for New Year's Eve, so we'll be having a little online fun.
We're opening up some wine and ringing in the New Year with drunken task forces, and if you're of a like mind, you're also invited!
Time: Starts at 8pm Pacific/11pm Eastern. We'll be going until all four US time zones have hit midnight!
Place: The Shadow Shard. We'll start with Dr. Quaterfield, and maybe hit another of the Shard TFs depending on timing.
What you should bring: Yourself, a sense of fun, and your favorite libations.
1. Comrade Smersh - Inv/Fire tank
2. Siberian Spring - Cold/Rad Defender
3. Scattershine - Peacebringer
4. Artemis A - Arch/Elec Blaster
5. Mighty Cat - Claws/SR scrapper
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Part One - Recognition
(My wife wanted a story for Christmas, so here it is! At least, part one.)
The dark underbelly of the City was a living thing, swallowing whole the weak and helpless. It was a corrupt cancer growing in the Birthplace of Tomorrow, but it was somehow more honest than the place from which she had come. Here, the festering wounds of civilization were displayed openly, and people knew that there were neighborhoods that you simply did not walk through at night.
Back in Praetoria, the corruption was glossed over, hidden behind a veneer of chrome and cleanliness. She longed for the burned wastes of her home briefly, the hidden stronghold of Udachny, despite the horrible devastation that had been brought around it.
She leapt from rooftop to rooftop, springing silently through the night. There were rumors that a bastion of hope lived where the light was darkest, and she sought it. She glanced briefly over her shoulder, and saw her husband crouched behind her, following her lead.
Her young, baby-faced husband. She smiled briefly as she calculated her next jump. They had not been born too far apart, but circumstances had aged her over two decades more. His extradimensional jaunt had cost them years, years in which he had aged much more slowly than she.
Another jump, and she moved quietly through the forest of antennae and satellite dishes. They were almost there. She heard a "Hsst!" from behind her, and she looked back. Her husband was communicating with the hand signals she had taught him and in which their daughters had drilled him. She looked to the point he was indicating, and strained her ears. She squinted her eyes, and saw what he was pointing at. A green glow spilled over the edge of a tall roof beside them, and the wind brought a faint noise - an alien chant covering a faint sob.
It was a choice, she supposed, but no choice at all. Someone needed help, and hope was such a remote possibility that she had lived a life of hope deferred. She gave a few hand signals in reply to her husband, outlining a brief framework of tactics. Immediate action was required; her hopes once again denied. He nodded and began to tack around to the left, while she set the controls for her jump, to take her high up and into the midst of the enemy.
The arc was too high, and the jump would land her directly upon the young woman who needed her help, the one levitating in the midst of a green cloud while a group of hooded and robed figures surrounded her. A quick burst of the retro-jets corrected her course, but also revealed her to the group.
The chanting stopped, and before she landed, four of the figures had drawn pistol-gripped crossbows and were firing on her. One bolt glanced off her armored shoulder; another shattered on her chest plate.
One figure, obviously some sort of high priest or leader in a scarlet robe, cried out "Get her! The ritual must continue!" as he reached into his robe, and drew out a short, curved staff. The other figures dropped their crossbows in favor of wicked, curved blades. The blades looked somehow organic and suffused with evil. The attackers advanced, eyes glowing green under their hoods.
Tatyana Korsakova, also known as Comrade Siberian, gave a fierce grin as she raised her arms towards the first onrushing attacker. A whine of capacitors pierced the night sky as she struck the first, electricity arcing from her fist and into his body. He fell, twitching. She dodged back as a blade stabbed towards her face. One gauntleted hand pushed the blade aside as the other rocketed towards the center of the robe. The second attacker let out a satisfying "Oof!" as impact and discharge took him out of the fight.
Behind the attackers, a howling wind suddenly rushed up the side of the building, staggering the high priest. An icy tornado landed lightly on the roof, and at the eye of the storm was her husband, Yevgeny Korsakov, sometimes called Dedushka Zima. Grandfather Winter. A raging glacier in human form, impressive and unstoppable.
He moved his arms in wide, sweeping motions, drawing together a high-pressure ball of air, supercooling it with his own inherent power, and threw it forward with a thrust, knocking one of the robed figures to the edge. The figure swayed for a moment, trying and failing to find its balance before falling over the edge, flailing and screaming.
Comrade Siberian chuckled at her husband's martial-arts styling as she faced three more opponents. They lunged towards her with their blades, and she avoided them. Finally, one over-extended, and she hit him with a brutal two-punch combo that left him stunned and shaking. The others tried to flank her, blades flashing back and forth.
"Look out!" Yevgeny cried in Russian as he sent another freezing sphere into one of Tatyana's attackers. Tatyana glanced over to thank him, and instead saw him flying off to one side. The high priest had crawled up to his knees and blasted Yevgeny with some sort of energy from his wand. Another blast, and Yevgeny went sailing into the void.
Tatyana cried out and hit her attacker with a maximum discharge forearm strike, and jumped off the side herself. She landed lightly, the shock absorbers in her boots cushioning her fall. Three steps, and she was kneeling beside her husband, whose thick protective coating of ice was failing. He grunted, and his eyes tried and failed to focus on her.
Tatyana shook her head. "This is why I tell you to wear that armor suit I made for you, da?" she whispered softly to him.
"Da, da, dorogoi," he muttered as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Tatyana reached down and checked his pulse, which was still going strong - Yevgeny had just been knocked senseless. A quick inspection yielded no broken bones or spinal injuries, so she cradled him and lifted him easily, the servos in her armor whirring briefly as they shifted into load-hauling mode. She turned only to see a crossbow pointing directly into her face.
"You'll pay for this, hero!" came the sneering voice from deep within the robe.
There was a twang of a bowstring, and Tatyana flinched, only to see the robed figure collapse as a blunt arrow struck his head. Tatyana looked behind her to see a young man, dressed in red and gold pajamas, wearing a modified football helmet and carrying a bow. The young man lowered his weapon, and muttered from behind his breathing mask, "Uh, hi. You, uh... whoa. You been time traveling again, Strike Leader? And, uh... wait... Er... No, I don't think that's it." The young hero shook his head as he placed a teleportation tag on the collapsed high priest. "Forget I said anything. Anyhow, I'm from the, uh, local hero-ish group, and, does your guy need a doctor?"
Tatyana rolled her eyes. "Da, he needs a doctor. Can you help me find one?"
The bowman nodded rapidly. "Yeah! Follow me! It's two blocks away!" He trotted off rapidly. "We've got a doctor on staff! He's kinda weird, but he knows his stuff. Here, in here," he gabbled, indicating an unmarked steel door with a code lock in an otherwise nondescript alley. He punched in some numbers and held the door open.
Tatyana smirked. She was in no rush - her husband shook off injuries like this routinely, but a little medical attention never hurt. "So, young man, what do I call you?" she asked as she passed into the building.
"Call me the Bol- I mean, the Bowman," he said. "Look, here's Dr. Paladin. He'll have your, uh, guy up in no time."
"Hey, kid, what do you got for me?" Dr. Paladin was seated at the clinic desk, sipping on a cup of coffee.
"Well, uh, this guy's hurt, and I think this nice lady needs to meet with the boss."
Dr. Paladin looked over Tatyana and Yevgeny, paused for a moment, and nodded. "I think you're right. Ma'am, if you'll set him down over there, I can get to work right away. Bowman, can you find Dr. Glit for me?"
"Sure, Doc!" Bowman cried, pulling out a smartphone and starting to send a text message.
"Good, because once you've done that, take her to see the boss. And don't spend too much time Twittering, either."
Tatyana glared at Dr. Paladin. "Excuse me, comrade Doctor. I am new to the city, and I have never met any of you before, and I do not think that I shall be leaving my husband's side. If you wish me to meet someone, you bring them here to me."
Dr. Paladin blinked his eye, and smirked. "Some things are a little different, I guess... Bowman, go get the boss. Ma'am, if you'd like to pull up a chair, I have some paperwork for you... medical history stuff. Do you prefer your forms in English or Russian?"
"Russian, spasiba." Comrade Siberian sat with a clipboard and a pen, checking various boxes as she went.
A few minutes later, she heard a voice grousing and cursing. Dr. Paladin looked up from his work, and said, "Your visitor's here."
Tatyana stood and and smiled, and turned to look at her visitor. He was tall, scar-faced, shaven-headed, but immediately recognizable. Her visitor looked back, and shock crept over both their faces. They both exclaimed at the same time, "You're so OLD!" -
When it's done, dear.
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