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[ Center Building ]

He would have bickered argued with Sherry more, but the shots being fired at them didn't really give him that luxury. He should have known she'd be stubborn also. They BOTH were ridiculously stubborn, and if the situation had been switched around, he might have been acting as she did. Still, he was frustrated. He wanted to keep her safe. Who KNEW what was there? The hospital probably wasn't as safe as he imagined either, but surely it wasn't that much safer around him. Or... perhaps... it was because he didn't want her to see him getting hurt. He knew how much it pained her, and though he tried, it seemed it was something inevitable.

"... fine. Do what you want."
Without another word, he ran towards the building, wincing as a bullet grazed his shoulder, but swung the blade, cutting into one of the sentries.

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HP: 55/60
Action: Attacking
Result: 8 dmg
Boss HP: 51

[ DORMS - 2nd FLOOR]

The first thing Shiloh and anyone else close to him saw was blood, a large amount of it. It was disgusting and foul, the body had started its first stage of decomposition, probably there for almost a day. The smell was just as terrible, and even more terrible still was the figure, mutilated beyond recognition. It was wearing a coat, a Hunter coat, but that too was torn and ragged, all but dyed a deep red-brown. There were shackles tied to their arms and legs, and thick, bludgeoned wounds ran on all sides of their exposed chest and limbs. They had most likely died from internal hemorrhaging.

This Hunter was beyond saving.

[ Center Building ]

Yes, they could have stood there grumping at each other all day. She knew it was silly, and she realized he probably thought she was being clingy, but honestly she was scared. She'd seen him die, and nearly die more than once. She'd nearly died the last time she'd been alone on a mission (that hadn't been a dream). It didn't help she was upset with herself for being upset.



Right. Sherry didn't say anything out loud as she followed Jake. Followed him right into a battle. This is something I can help with. Much more effective than hoping to find something useful in a strange place all alone. Even if there were bullets flying at her.

Armagnac approved of Sherry's choice. She liked hitting things.


HP: 47/60
Target: Sentries
Damage: 3


Boss HP: 47

Hospital

The realization that every attack hurt their captured comrade made Peyton hesitate, for perhaps the space of a heartbeat.

She couldn't just stand by and let that thing crush Kostya, she just couldn't, not if she could prevent it. Even if it meant hurting him in the process. Hurt wasn't dead. Hurt she could do something about once he was safe. Dead was just dead.

"I'm sorry!" She yelled it as Warrick roared through her head, the charge tingling up her arms. "I'm sorry. I so sorry!" She couldn't just let him die, but that didn't mean she took any pleasure causing him pain.

Warrick spilled all that FEAR into back into her, and turned it into raw speed. Firing jab after spiked jab. Hammering into it, slashing at it, carving Kostya free by bits and pieces. "Just hang on!"

HP: 43
DMG: 18
CHG: Using 1/2

PP HP: 4
Damage to Kon: 9

Otto made a sound of disgust, turning away from the door. More dead bodies. Revolting, rotting bodies. His life seemed to revolve around the dead and dying, and it was getting old. "******** gross.." Someone else could deal with copping a feel with a corpse.

Otto followed Shyloh instead.

DORMS

The second door opened, and it was another Hunter. There was less blood at least. There was less blood because she was suspended in a small tank, sealed at the top. Her body was now bloated, eyes wide open, staring forward.

DORMS

Rep's assault actually caused some of the runes to shatter, the door to dent slightly. There were still so many runes left, but it felt almost rewarding to know something had worked.