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 Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:25 pm
The spider shudders under the combined attack and fall downward. When it hits the ground all of the spikes shoot out in a 360 degree arc taking out many of the men and vehicles. Damian is standing up near the frontline next thing he knows, he has a spike sticking though his that was pinning him to the wall. "Glad I'm not human" he says coughing up some blood.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:27 pm
And as Brody fell under the category of "injured but still breathing", Owle quickly darted out to him...the girl become a mostly inanimate ball of armored scales whenever she thought something might be headed her way, which was often.
Move move ******** move ******** move move...
And she had reached his side. Without further hesitation, she had grabbed him under the arms, and started dragging him back behind the wall.
Drag drag drag...
OSHI-
Drag drag drag...
OSHI-!
Drag drag drag...
...and so it continued, until Owle had finally gotten the unconscious man to safety. She had several nice bruises to show for it, but nothing serious...thankfully no one had aimed any missile launchers her way. That would have been problematic.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:31 pm
One spike had already been proven ineffective against his armor, what was another dozen or so? Drake even goes so far as to catch one of the spikes and sling it into the chest of a cocoon, which clutches spasmodically as it collapses, then falls still.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:31 pm
High Templar Doomshot The spider shudders under the combined attack and fall downward. When it hits the ground all of the spikes shoot out in a 360 degree arc taking out many of the men and vehicles. Damian is standing up near the frontline next thing he knows, he has a spike sticking though his that was pinning him to the wall. "Glad I'm not human" he says coughing up some blood.
"Oww..." she muttered as she shifted back to her human(ish) form, and finally got Brody back behind the relative safety of the wall.
She collapsed. She'd look around for more injured once she'd had a chance to breath. And she'd probably eventually notice that there was a spike through Damian, too.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:32 pm
And Gabriel was pretty much still holed up in his little trench. A pretty cozy place, if he were to say so himself. Most of the creatures overhead didn't seem to take much notice of him.
Until one of them decided to fall into his hideout and start writhing around, obviously trying to stand up or something. It was kind of hard to tell what the once-human was doing.
So he did it a favor and put a bullet in its head before sticking another piece of gum in his mouth and leaning up against a wall. He bobbed his head twice, as if acknowledging his kill count.
"Yep, two."
He snapped his fingers and then blew a bubble. No point in rushing himself, there'd be plenty more where that came from.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:38 pm
Waking up again he looks down. "GOD DAMN-" He breaks into a coughing fit and starts to cough up blood. "Dman, it pierced my lung, that is never good." He tries to move his extensions but they were pinned by the wall. He uses his hands and futility tries to pull out the spike that has him suspended on a wall.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:42 pm
PEering out through the crushed frame of the car, through where the windshield should have been, he saw no feet. No zombies, no noise. Even the gunfire in the distance died down.
Evidently, Saul had hauled a** a fair distance.
Sticking both arms out the passenger window he pulled himself out. Righting himself, going to a kneel. Looking at the world around him down the sight rails of his Colt .45 Long, he was alone. Unless he could make friends with rubble.
Reaching back, he flicked the radio taped to the back of his shoulder on and started to move. Dashing down the street, finding cover in a crushed house.
.45 would work for now. Zombies were zombies and a .45 wasn't a bad choice.
Saul was ahead of the game.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:42 pm
Dude. Guy she knew. Pinned to a wall. That was bad.
Owle looked up at Damian from where she was, calling up the stupidest question in history.
"Hey! You alright up there?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:44 pm
Drake hears Damien's blood-soaked coughs. He turns and walks to the wall in his unhurried way. Seeing Damien's hands futile attempt to remove the spike, Drake's armored hands bat them away and, with a solid yank, pull the spike free.
Drake: "Find a medic."
With that, Drake returns to the front, redrawing his katana to stain it with the ichor of the advancing horde...
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:45 pm
"Incoming!", shouted by some random grunt as the spider thing exploded in spikes. Tweak wasted no time in hitting the ground and curling into a ball. Fetal position all the way with head beneath the knees.
Calm for a moment, more gunfire, he unrolled and stated crawling forward. More a military crawl as he advanced a bit further.
So as it would end up he rolled a guy's corpse over and started digging out his wallet. From this point he tossed some pictures of the guy's kids aside, pulled out all the cash, and started digging through credit cards looking for a debit.
This was pretty close to the action now. He was being way more careful then before. But these grunts sucked counting the fighting was still going on.
Near Owle and approaching Gabe's little trench thing out in the open.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:47 pm
Stumbling a bit from falling to the ground he shakingly stands up again. "Thank you Drake. I'll go. Of course I'm fine Owle I only have a sucking chest wound that is going through a lung and-" He starts coughing up more blood "my, my feriun. I guess its true, sucking chest wounds are natures way of saying to slow down." He walks over to Owle before collapsing in front of her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:53 pm
"Oh, well in that case..."
Owle's eyes widened as he collapsed in front of her. "Hey! Don't tell me you were serious! I can't heal something that went through your lung!"
Well...she could stare at him, or she could try to bandage his wound. Like it would do any good with his lung punctured. By all rights he should be dead already.
Removing the clothing in her way, Owle wrapped several layers of bandages around Damian's torso. She didn't clean out the wound, cause...dude, was pouring water into a punctured lung really okay?
She forced some painkiller down his throat, a little blend of herbs that she wasn't even sure would work on his species. But, hey...she couldn't kill him any harder, right? His lung was punctured! He was totally dead!
...except he still showed some signs of life. Odd. But hadn't he said something like that, back when they met at the tavern?
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:58 pm
Drake's approach to the front line is halted by the sight of someone with a gun...who wasn't shooting (Tweak). Drake walks over to the army-crawling figure and attempts to pin him to the ground with his foot. Regardless of success, Drake utters in a hollow and emotionless tone:
Drake: "Either start shooting those things, or give me that gun."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:58 pm
He starts to stir. "Owle, find the flask I showed you in the tavern. Pour it in the wound. It helps me to heal. It is... a powerful antiseptic." He cough up some more blood. "It should help with the feriun. Myferiun is in charge of healing my system." he speaks softly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 9:00 pm
"Oh...um...okay..." Owle said, fishing around on his body to find the flask. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"
She retrieved the flask and opened it, almost fainting at the smell. "Dude...are you sure it's okay to pour this into your lung?"
Nevertheless, she was unwinding the bandages from around his wound as she asked.
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