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The creature broke into a strange, clanky, jerky jog as Hawk raised his sword. It was closing the distance at less than a sprint, but still quicker than the previous ones he saw as the blade of energy appeared in the sky.

And, lo and behold, strangely enough, as it zoomed out towards him, he shifted. Barely a small thing. But rather striking the head, it burned off his left arm, just below the shoulder. And it was still coming towards him.

It'd be on him in about 2 seconds.

((I'll be closing down shop soon.))

This one had been through Swordings already. And it was determined to make this creature work for his kill. As it came in, and that sword came up, so did the zombiebot's right arm, the only one remaining. It came in and up, using the forearm to make contact with the blade.

It pushed it up and aside at the last minute. Not by much, but by enough, sending the sword glancing off the braincase with a nice little gouge in it. But it appeared not to be fatal to the creature.

It pressed in, continuing to push the blade up with its arm, the clawed hand reaching for Hawk's throat.

( Opaj gave me the go ahead to move on so I'ma finish this squabble... -if thats a word-)

The only smart thing Hawk did since he landed was deciding to cut the robot from the wrist, and with out much delay he followed through by slicing through the skeletons’ dome short circuiting it. Pushing the loose-jaw zombie off of him Hawk took another deep breath leaning back on his wings feeling the pain shoot up from his legs where the claws got him. Stretching he hurried to begin his healing process that involved more than just resting. As an elementalist the hunter found himself learning new useful techniques everyday, one of them being the Materialization skill. Studying the human anatomy Hawk realized what he, himself, was made out of. Obtaining this knowledge he was able, by manipulating the earth and water elements, he was able to pick himself apart mentally, atom by atom, as well as put himself back together which he was doing right now. Digging into the snow until he found the cold dirt surface he telekinetically made the earthen particles rise and swirl around his wounds having his tissues quickly reform.

And still no zombies. Even the ones they had fought were gone. What in the hell was going on? But she couldn't think about that now. She moved through the path and was still cold, despite Kael's jacket.

And there were the other snowmobiles. Minus Sam's of course, but that didn't mean she couldn't jury rig one of the others. She climbed aboard just as an earthquake rattled the ground, making Sam thankful that the snowmobiles were heavy. But she had a feeling it was going to get worse.

Caesar came from the hovels, following a suddenly disappeared guide.

Well, that was great. He immediately began to scour the area, in theory there were a decent number of vehicles scattered around here. He wasn't particularly quiet about it.

Neither was he quiet when he found the pair abandoned by Mozz and Gambion in the connecting pathway to the Hovels. He would wait to see if there was anyone else willing to go on the voyage home; but didn't expect much. As soon as the shaking got any worse, he'd be gone.

((Aaaand that's an evening. Stealth'd and out.))

Lah glanced over to the other person who hadn't been stuck in stealth, and he sighed, adjusting the KO'd man on his back ((with apologies to Oliveman, but it was just easier to RP that way)) and leaning forward on his snowmobile, revving the engine just a bit.

Seemed like Sam was the only non-stealth person there, so he'd pitch a proposal at her, since the earthquakes were still rocking the city. "Might be a good idea to back off a bit, eh? The snowmobiles are here, other people can get them, but safe better than sorry right?"

Not much enthusiasm in his voice; he just sounded drained.

Well...

Sam and Joseph were pretty much the closest thing he could have to employers here, so as long as the earthquakes didn't threaten to cave in the Residences he could wait beside her. And pull her away if he had to.

Lah just didn't want someone else wandering off to die in that city. There'd been too much of that already, and watching Bryant just sacrifice himself to nothing had been rather hard to walk away from, considering the look in his eyes he had gotten from the man.

But he wasn't going to mention anything right now. Right now was not the time for that sort of thing.

Her eyes barely looked away, but her ground in training kicked in barely. "I said that BE will take care of everyone once they get back to Barton. That included paychecks." Her voice was dry, bare of all emotion and she turned her attention back to the city that was all but sunk now and would probably take some of the landscape with it soon.

"I'm staying here until they all come out." Blood seeped down one side of her head from the wounds she had sustained there, the claw marks would be a while in healing and the jacket...well, the jacket was new. Not in general, but to her. It didn't look like anything she would have worn normally, but she'd fight before she gave it up even though it didn't really stop the cold from seeping in.