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 Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 7:46 am
Ian was busy with the reloading of his gun to notice anything happening.
He put the stripper clip over the open port and shoved down hard, pushing 10 new rounds into the gun.
Ignoring his usual conservation rule, he tossed the empty clip to the side, where it clattered onto a bench outside the diner.
He slammed the bolt shut, just in time to see a zombie lunging at him.
"Damn." he said quickly, ducking to the side and flipping out the bayonet on his SKS.
He stabbed it through the back of the zombies' head, and it fell, hard.
Then he turned to take aim at ghost like zombie...
And paled.
A werewolf like thing was making its way through the crowd.
Ian kneeled again and took aim, carefully this time.
Bam.
The bullet struck the 'werewolf' dead on in the chest, but it didn't even react. It just kept coming.
Ian took careful aim a second time, this time for its head.
"Closer, mate, closer....closer..." he whispered...and pulled the trigger.
He saw the wolf's head snap back, following a spurt of blood. It took two stumbling steps back, clamping its hands on its head.
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[Owner...how strong are these wolves/entities? If they aren't, go ahead and kill him off with the single headshot...if not, have him come back.]
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 9:18 am
Thestalon realising there was combat to take part in he stumbled forward and after a few stumbling steps turned invisible. He pulled out his scorpion, using his free arm for support, fired. Thirty 9mm bullets ripped apart the zombies sending tiny pieces of flesh flying. That only killed one with a lucky headshot. So he stood among the zombie horde quietly. The reek of undead flesh upsetting him more and more as he stood there. He slowly reached behind him and pulled out his scythe. His scythe was black except for the blade which was steel but engraved upon it was the phrase "misery loves company". Thestalon then put himself into a ready position. He was weeping now the sadness overcame him as the thought of having to slaughter these hopeless humans overwhelmed him. He struck out violently everywhere wishing them to be gone. Limbs were flying everywhere so were heads. He turned a couple of zombies to ashes here and there but did not overuse it as the Ultra violet one consumed his energy extremely more heavily than the rest of the use of his powers.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 10:11 am
Pausing a moment to let her mind sink once again to it's animalistic depravity, Lithil took the cover of bullets as a way to make her way towards the cloaked leader, reaching for her more 'tricked-out' pipes, the ones she had so painstakingly glued glass chips on to for more of a one-hit KO.
She knew her teammates were swiftly running out of bullets and with their lack-thereof of better close-combat skills, she sped up her attempts to take out the leader. Using a falling zombie as a springboard, she threw herself high into the air, body bending in an eerily cartoonish manner as she rearranged her muscles in anticipation of landing. She barely registered the arrival of the 'wolf-being', her world only filled with the incoming head to smash. In most cases a feral scream would shred its way forth from her throat, but she knew better. A preemptive strike was always best...
The metal struck and ground into skull, but even with all her strength put into her arms and shoulders for the blow, it glanced off the leader-zombie's head, slipping in shed blood. Eyes widened, she barely dodged the thrashing arm of this cloaked being, ducking down close to the car's body. Sliding down the still-intact windshield, in a display of surprising brute strength she hauled off the hood of the car, smashing it into the cloaked summoner. The force of the blow left an imprint of surprised zombie on the smooth metal and thew the red-using leader into a nearby wall where he slid down into a dumpster underneath. Lithil grinned, but had no time to celebrate- a behemothic white tiger, larger than any she had seen at zoos, burst forth from the container, unsheathed claws digging into soft flesh as the paws hit both her shoulders and drove her off the pile of cars and into the zombie throng below. She had barely time to kick the tiger off so it didn't pin her before she struck the mass below shoulders first, her breath knocked out from her chest. Backflipping with the momentum of her fall, she began to climb back up the pile of cars, shattering the hands of zombies that tried to hold her back. She grabbed the topmost car and, bracing herself against the hood of a lower car that poked out from the pile, she threw the entire vehicle into the masses, crushing the tiger and many zombies with the force of her blow. Taking cover from the explosion as remaining gas in the tank ignited, she pulled herself on top of the pile, letting loose a feral roar as her shadow was thrown, meters tall, against the opposite wall.
[[ Although Lithil's battle-theme is normally Sonne by Rammstein... I'd more say this scene's Propane Nightmares by Pendulum... ]]
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 4:46 pm
[OOC]@Demon: Depends on the force applied to summon, in this case. Seeing as the 'Dark Hunter' ripped himself apart with the energy needed...I'd wager it's pretty damn strong, wouldn't you?[/OOC]
The werewolf took the bullets shot at him with only momentary pauses. Even the headshot wasn't going to stop him. Virgil watched as the wolf took the blows, but kept coming.
So he did something he had the feeling he was going to regret.
Virgil charged forward to meet the beast head-on. The wolf lifted a massive paw in an attempt to claw Virgil into the ground, but was met by a bass blow driving it to the ground. Using the paw and leg as a runway, Virgil ripped the wolf a new one by uppercutting the wolf at the base of the jaw with as much momentum as he could muster.
And that's when the car hit.
Instinct told him to put the bass up as a guard, and it pushed Virgil out of the way. The strings and front of the bass were absolutely destroyed, and Virgil was tossed, turned, and flung off like a dirty rag off to the side towards the diner. Bleeding from cuts sustained from the tumble. one of which included a head wound that bled like any other head wound, Virgil took the pause in the action to reload his magnum, seeing as he probably couldn't swing anything.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 5:02 pm
Missy almost screamed when she saw that Virgial charged the monster and really scramed when he was flung backwards by the beast. She. without thinking, raced over to his side. She then proceded to set the car on fire and started laughing like a mad man. She heard the monster whimper and as it tried to run away she made vines grab it and hold it in place. "You damn near caused my friend a concusion. Aint no way in hell im letting you off." Missy said to the beast as she finished the car off with the force of a wild fire causing it to explode.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 5:03 pm
[Gotcha, I'll remember that for next time.]
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Ian watched the werewolf stumble back, then drop its hands and keep going.
"Strewth! Thing's built like a bloody brick s**t house!" Ian yelled, getting back up into a standing position.
He then noticed he was surrounded by the regular zombies.
Slinging his rifle over his arm, he drew the one weapon that had the ammo to keep himself out of trouble.
His Sigma 40F.
He pulled it out from its holster on his belt, and shot his way through the crowd that surrounded him.
That's when he saw something amazing.
A car, flung through the sky. Ian noted it was on fire.
Ian put his arm up in front of his face just as the car exploded, but even the force of it made him stumble backwards...
And over the bench that he was standing near.
He looked up just in time to see a zombie crawl over the bench and claw at him, but it was met with a pair of .40 SW cartridges to the face, which basically blew it to pieces.
He pulled himself up, picking up his hat which had fallen to the ground.
"Bonzer toss there." he said casually to Lithil. A zombie next to him groaned and reached out but was met with another headshot.
Ian took a moment to survey the rest of the area.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 5:31 pm
Missy watched with satisfaction as the cars parts flew and severed a few of the zombies heads off. She ran over to Ian's side. "Ian, i think we should charge the one in the cloak. Did you notice that every shot that was fired he moved to the left to dodge it? I think what we need to do is both ami and shoot at the same time. One aim for him the other to the left of him. Than is, if he gets out od th dumpster. Maybe Lithil finished him already." Missy said in a rush. This fight needed to stop before one of them got hurt. She wouldnt be able to control her anger if anything were to happened to one of them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 10:33 am
[[ The one in the cloak is currently in a dumpster, I think. Lithil hit him into it. Happy Holidays! ]]
Tiring of her possession of the high ground, Lithil gathered her strength into her calves and thighs, crouching low to the chipped paint job of the car's body. There was a twanging feeling as she released and rocketed into the sky, flipping once and landing neatly on two zombies' heads, bearing them to the ground with the sheer force of her landing. After a moment of flailing arms as she gathered her balance, she set out dealing a good serving of lead pipe whoopass to the gathered drones.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 4:42 pm
[OOC]Me thinks he already exploded summoning wolfy.[/OOC]
The remaining infected we either staying to fight futilely or shambling away. Or dead for good. Virgil got to his feet, and slumped backwards onto a nearby bench, unable to keep on his feet. As zombies tried to get towards him, he lifted his magnum, and aimed in the general direction of the head. He got three shots off, and faded from consciousness for a bit.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:14 am
Even Lithil, in her animal state, was aware of how the zombies were becoming less and less organized once the cloaked leader was at least momentarily dealt with. Dispatching the last undead in her current territory around the car pile, she concentrated a moment, letting her evolution powers take her to a form more suitable for speaking and thinking with, the power in her arms and legs diminishing like a fire subsiding into the coal. The sudden exhaustion hit her like a hammer to the gut and the head, with side trout-slaps to her arms and legs. Sinking against a car door, she gasped, wincing.
Pain, pain, paiiin...
Rubbing her face with her hands as the swear dripped down her forehead, she steadied her leaping heart with deep, quivering breaths.
But is it just my paranoia, or are these bastards becoming smarter...?
Maybe not, but maybe so. They seemed more... organised, especially when she had been trying to access the high ground...
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 6:23 pm
Ian watched as many of the other zombies fled, but three remained to face him.
He raised his Sigma, quickly taking them out. He was about to fire at the rest but they where long gone.
Or dead.
Ian turned to Missy. "You got it." he said, walking to the bench. He picked up his rifle, turned the safety on his pistol, and holstered it.
"Is that the last of them?" he asked, noticing the majority of the zombies where on their way out of the area.
He focused on the dumpster, ready to fire as soon as the leader showed his cloaked head.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 5:27 pm
Missy loaded her pistol and turned toward Lithil. "Are you ok?" She caled out to her while turning her body toward the dumpster. She noticed the zombies were leaving but a few that stayed close to the dumpster that the cloaked leader was in. "Lets take them out so we will have a better shot. I dont want the basterd to get away because of them." Missy said while firing her pistol at the zombies. Many men were amazed at her aim, even before all of this happened she could blindfold herself and still hit the target.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 7:45 pm
Ian kept his position behind the bench, until all seemed quiet.
The dumpster where the leader fell in was oddly quiet, and the remaining zombies crowded around it.
"Oi!" he shouted. Two zombies grunted, and walked toward him in a straight line.
He pulled the SKS' trigger.
The rifle bucked, putting a single bullet through both heads. They fell to the ground.
"Ace shot, as usual." he congratulated himself, even going so far as to pat his own shoulder.
He got up, walking to the dumpster. Another zombie lurched at him, grabbing his shirt.
"Bad, undead bugger." Ian said, stuffing the barrel of the rifle in its mouth. The zombie bit down stupidly, managing to break the majority of its teeth.
Ian flicked the rifle up and back, knocking it back and against the curb. He placed a foot on its head so it couldn't move.
"I think the leader's corked it." he said casually, knocking on the dumpster.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 8:08 pm
"Ian i wouldnt do that if i were you. You dont know what that thing is capable of." Missy said while comeing over to the dumpster to stand next to Ian. She turned to face him. "Hey do you wanna have some fun? Lets set the dumpster on fire!" Missy said in an excited voice. She knew she sounded crazy but she loved fire. She knew it was a problem that needed help but she has people to look after her for that now.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 5:04 am
Lithil pulled down another huge, shaking breath and composed herself.
C'mon now, dumbass, now is not the time to lose control when there's still a possible danger.
She gritted her teeth, biting back the exhaustion that poured languid lead into her muscles and pulled herself off the side of the car she leaned against, making her way over to the dumpster.
"Prob'ly's dead. I don't think it could've survived that,"
She nodded towards the car hood she had used to smack the leader into the dumpster in the first place, its indentation even catching the folds of his cloak. She smirked, turning back to Ian and Missy.
"But still, it's worth setting it on fire to see whether it burns a pretty colour."
She remembered the awesome reactions from chemistry class when they stuck all those different powders into the bunsen burner. That was cool.
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